Into his plastic lunchbox
He did, an Orange and biscuit, shove
And said the biscuit to the orange
“Come sit by me, my love”
And the orange, taken by surprise
Gave him a sheepish grin
And flashed her pips and dimples
So he knew they might begin
She was smooth and round and juicy
He was crunchy, brown and fat
She introduced herself as Lucy,
And he said his name was Zak
And throughout the sunny morning
They did laugh and love and tease
When suddenly with no warning
Their lives were torn apart with ease
The sky ripped from their little world
Their peccadilloes for all to view
First Zak, then Lucy disappeared
With a bite, a crunch, a chew.
So dear reader, please take heed
Don’t shy away from love
For we never really know quite when
It’s lunchtime up above.
Sep 16, 2011
Sep 16, 2011 at 5:11 PM UTC
Into his plastic lunchbox
He did, an Orange and biscuit, shove
And said the biscuit to the orange
“Come sit by me, my love”
And the orange, taken by surprise
Gave him a sheepish grin
And flashed her pips and dimples
So he knew they might begin
She was smooth and round and juicy
He was crunchy, brown and fat
She introduced herself as Lucy,
And he said his name was Zak
And throughout the sunny morning
They did laugh and love and tease
When suddenly with no warning
Their lives were torn apart with ease
The sky ripped from their little world
Their peccadilloes for all to view
First Zak, then Lucy disappeared
With a bite, a crunch, a chew.
So dear reader, please take heed
Don’t shy away from love
For we never really know quite when
It’s lunchtime up above.
RD © 2009
