It's time for lunch, what can we munch?
Pull out the tubs, wash hands, don plastic gloves
We chop up the greens, big leaves aren't what they seem
Heated bread with small holes, dead, revived sausage rolls
The world's on my plate - it was worth the wait
Red, white, orange, green, life couldn't be better
Soft white cheese from where? No time to stare. Guess -
Greek, Turkey, Lebanese, Israel, Feta
Where did we begin? White palm hearts from a tin
What shall I grab? Dad chooses the pink crab
Spicy tomato soup, gloop, gloop, gloop, gloop
Glass of fine rose wine, well past its time
I left room for mushroom, not big brown mushooms
Sliced up, and stir-fried, the small, button mushrooms
Last, strong coffee, no chokkies, nor toffee
Turkish delight? We might have that tonight.
For dinner, choose something solid to eat
Not just chopped up mush, a big piece of meat
'Don't cook too much!' That's no cause for sorrow
Leftovers hide in loved lunch tomorrow.
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