For lunch, I bought a boxful,
Of barbecue brisket and pork,
And got it packed as takeaway.
Hurriedly commenced the journey,
Quarter of an hour back to the office,
So much to showcase than enjoy,
In front of colleagues at the dining table,
Over a cup of granulated coffee.
Daydreaming, I began to transverse,
A busy crossing, absent-mindedly, then,
Dashed by the oncoming double-decker,
Into the park full of loafers busking,
In the late September sun,
Some wearing next to nothing,
Just enough to cover the essentials!
Blue blood threatening to pop,
Out of the bulging varicose veins.
Another close shave in the distraction,
As I straddled across a bike lane.
There and then, I came to my senses,
What if I don’t survive the next 15 mins,
Consigning this savory meal to waste?
I sat down cross-legged on the double,
And opened my yummy package!
Delightful, finger-licking delicious,
That I turned up late to my meeting,
With a jalapeno sauce-stained shirt,
And didn’t even care to apologize!
