The Last Meal

MendedFences27

The Last Meal

 

He was on Death Row 

awaiting retribution

and this was to be his last meal 

before his execution

They asked what he would want

 to dine on

He said, “One more hot pastrami on rye 

with a bit of mustard, before I die.”

They asked if that was all

“No. I’ll need a pint 

of Guinness as well.” 

“That it?”  asked the warden 

outside his cell

“No. I need cooked chocolate pudding with cream.”.

“Anything else? It’s your dream.”

“No. I’ve asked for the best food

I’ve ever tasted

The best ale I’ve ever had

and my Grandma’s best ever dessert.

I shall die a well fed man.”

And then he woke up.

  • Author: MendedFences27 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 2nd, 2026 19:52
  • Comment from author about the poem: What would you choose?
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
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  • sorenbarrett

    Love this poem with a twist at the end. Nicely written it speaks of physical indulgence contrasted with the dream. Well done

    • MendedFences27

      Thanks SB. More like a nightmare. I decided to awaken him due to the current world situation.

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome

      • Doggerel Dave

        I have a funny feeling I would have lost my appetite. I'm glad he woke up. With that last line a bizarrely fun write.

        • MendedFences27

          Thaks DD. Most death row inmates never eat their last meal. Too much fear.

          • Doggerel Dave

            Absolutely. Let's rid the world of State sanctioned premeditated murder.

          • Teddy.15

            lol wasn't expecting the ending, an hilarious twist! Good question too, I'd prefer to. Wake up and really have all my favourite food, however I get the depth of this piece, we are all living in hell right now. 🌹

            • MendedFences27

              Thank you Teddy. Yes. we are all on Death Row right now. It's time to wake up. I put in some of my favorite bites, just a simple sandwich and a drink with a dessert. Seems among the apathy we all cling to our favorite things and feel secure.

            • Abdullah123

              Love the twist… great write

              • MendedFences27

                Thank you Abdullah for your comments, Much appreciated..

              • Neville


                Ham on rye .. but don't ya just hate it when that happens eh' .. burp .. Neville 😎👍



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