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Lunch That Day - my first Limerick
In response to fellow hubber, Josh3418's limerick- "Embarrassing Moment" - http://josh3418.hubpages.com/hub/Embarrassing-Moment-Limerick , I thought of putting this up, my very first try on limerick. I don't know if I have done it in my elementary years, but I have no recollection that I've done so...so here it is.
Lunch That Day
Out on lunch, spaghetti on plate
Pass a handsome guy, I can't wait
Plate spilled on his shoe
Picked the fork that flew
Shamed, I dashed before t'was too late.
≈♥≈ coffeegginmyrice 09.2012
Men & Women Differences...
Lunch and Handsome Men
"Hurry!" you tell your bestfriend co-worker. "I know," she replies zipping her purse and zapping it around her shoulder. "Let's go," both of you say it in unison.
Well, well, well, what's on your mind sweethearts? Why rushing for lunch? It's your break hour, take it easy and take your time (I'm addressing this to the ones who are not cutting off their throats or choking to catch a business meeting).
Phenomenal Women and Lunch Hour
Two best friends...strong, witty, courageous and sexy. Smart, aggressive, mysterious and flirty. They walk in wide but sexy pointy strides, tip tap tip tap goes the hind heels on the path marble floors. Please don't slip and listen to the shoe beat; remember, you've got some good lunch to date. Lunch is it? I suppose you are thinking of eating healthy, hmm, a phenomenal woman does think twice what to have for lunch that makes her gross? No. Find another word for that if you may.
Her fingers are painted of womanly enamel polish, dark, malicious, but kitty. She sticks her smooth candle-like finger to point out her choice behind the counter, and in a sexy move, she semi-take-a-peek half from her stylish eyeglasses and flutter her eyelashes. Better put enough glue on them, we don't want it ending up in someone's hot and sour soup! I thought for a second. (Just call me the Narrator.)
The other glides and gives her shoulders a slight turn, neck stretched to catch who is around, perhaps to take a glimpse that could spice up the food on her plate. Spice up? Spice what? Spice where? Spice who? Oh, I see, that is why you and your bestfriend were rushing out for lunch.
And so, you find a hot spice over there in the corner, I mean a handsome spice. Your girlfriend spots a man she's got her eyes fixed behind a err...bottle of spice? What's next, girlfriends? Oh that's obvious, now 'your targets' are looking at you simultaneously, hmm. What's going to happen now? You start picking on your healthy choice dish because you are now too conscious to shove a forkful of greens into your watering mouth. Phenomenal women you are...you gotta eat, dear babes! That's one thing that makes you phenomenal, not just about being sophisticated, but you can take anything with grace, you're fantastic, extraordinary women!
Okay now, you've killed it. Killed your one hour break time, killed your greens drowning in dressing, killed your soup's steam, and transparently, you just killed your lunch! So here you both go striding back to your offices, rushing those sexy pointy walks, tip tap tip tap in rhythm with the swaying of your hips, left right left right...
"C'mon now, GF, hurry," you cried. "Did you see my guy? He smiled at me," she turned to you clasping her doggie bag of unfinished soup. "Yeah, he's cute," and "I hope I'll see my guy too next time around, or perhaps tomorrow again?" you quickly suggested. "Well girlfriend, we better pick up something that won't get us hungry, lol!" "Why not pastry and coffee over cigarettes for lunch next time? Sexy, hot and smokin'!" you added. "Sure, brilliant! And that would satisfy us for lunch?" your bestfriend doubted. "Satisfy indeed. If we find our men again, I assure you that they'll be back, that's double satisfaction. Guaranteed!" *wink* *wink*
≈♥≈ ©coffeegginmyrice 06.09.2012