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.
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: What would you choose?
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Comments2
Love this poem with a twist at the end. Nicely written it speaks of physical indulgence contrasted with the dream. Well done
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.
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