Michael Edwards

A MERRY LUNCH

 

 

A MERRY LUNCH

 

The company straggled in twos and threes

from under the canopy of the trees.

They went to the Inn with the horse painted green:

a creature in life that’s not often seen.

 

Soon they were seated and started to eat

gulping and belching, all most indiscrete

until it transpired their hunger was beaten

by drinkables drunk and the eatables eaten.

 

Replete with good drink and the best of good food

the hum of their voices in mirth then ensued

which annoyed the hovering bald headed waiters

who wished to divest of their collars and gaiters.

 

But soon by dint of patient perseverance

the waiters were able to begin table clearance

the company then, with their heads in a spin

and unquestionably drunk, departed the Inn.