a lifetime of anticipation, I waited for the Great Feast a lifetime of discipline, to spare my appetite not to spoil it On mere junk food
As the big day came The Menu was discussed In exquisite detail I was told, About all the dishes Their tastes and flavours
Hungry as a roaring lion I patiently waited at the door Inside the hallowed hall My feast was being set Pure white linen ****** crockery And golden cutlery awaited At my seat of honour
With tremendous pomp The doors swung open The majestic hall in candle lit beauty beckoned and welcomed my every step
The servants showed my throne Where I sat down. Gleaming lids covered my feast With Candle light dancing on the polished gold
Hors d ouvres first, destroyed I was when I saw That someone else was here before
My wonderful roast Already carved, Huge chunks eaten And dry bones left
Fresh green peas Were rudely dug in By filthy fingers No manners for a spoon
Desert was half eaten Ice cream left to melt And of after dinner mints Only a handful left
Thus then violated, My beautiful feast! Others snuck in And ravaged my table
They left some crumbs spoilt leftovers As the Locusts went on Without a care!
Now I sit hungry Alone and forgotten Staring in disbelief At my desolate table
How I wish I had known, Before I came in That the menu was a lie And someone else had been
Elsewhere I'd have gone and eaten Or at least not starved myself In anticipation for a feast That the Locusts have eaten
Daylight revealed my majestic hall, merely an old shed Where the Locusts were WELCOMED!
Far from being the guest of honour I am instead the lowly servant No rights or privilege Left to clean the Locusts' mess
A live cockroach, if I can catch Sustains me, barely I fill my chipped cup With tears of sadness