[Eleanor]: 668.Contest entries.Unlazy Poets.June 2007 - Rhyming C

          Let’s Go Eat!


My computer monitor stares at me,
or I at it, but the result, you see,
is no work done, nothing produced,
no stories written, no imagination induced
to create new worlds out of nothing but words;
and I look out the window at sunshine and birds
and wish that I were somewhere other than here:
perhaps at the Lion, drinking a beer
with people I like, that would be a perk,
but all my friends are presently at work.
So I sit at the computer and try not to hear
the birds singing sweetly of nachos and beer
or even grilled cheese, or baked beans on toast.
Maybe I’m hungry, it’s food I want most
of all, now that I think of it, seeing as how
that’s all I can talk about, so I shall now
stop writing this drivel, the composition of which
is quite uninspired, and head to the kitch-
en where I’ll prepare for myself a noonday meal.
This poem is over. Bye, it’s been real.