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Offline Dylan di Vilde

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Struggling with Beef
« on: October 22, 2018, 04:37:25 AM »

I'm trying to eat
but so tough is this meat
that Iím wondering whether
itís actually leather.

But as Iím a guest
I know that its best
to chew for a while,
swallow, then smile.
To leave all this food
would simply be rude.

I canít even cut it
but where can I put it?
A deft little toss to a slumbering dog?
smuggle it out to be flushed down the bog?
Could it be wrapped in a tissue or two
then slipped surreptitiously into a shoe?
If only the windows were open for air
with one little flick I could fling it out there.

My mind wanders back to the dinners at school
where battle-axe ladies, insistent and cruel
would force you to eat all the gristle and fat.
No meat could be wasted - that firmly was that.
So youíd bury it furtively under your mash
then off to the bin you would anxiously dash.
And with these accomplishments daring but shady
youíd fool the intransigent fat dinner lady.

But though I have tried it
thereís nowhere to hide it.
No chance to use
the old schoolboy ruse.
It looks like Iím beaten
this has to be eaten.
So all I can do
is sit here and chew,

But chew as I might
thereís no end in sight.

The meal drags on.
All hope is gone.
This dutiful  chore
is hurting my jaw.

You may ask, my friend,
just when this might end.
The answer is never.
Iíll be here for ever.
Iíve blunted my knife now,
this is my life now.

If someone you see
asks what happened to me -
wondering why
I no longer drop by,
tell them I perished
saving someone I cherished
as we sought and destroyed
a rogue asteroid.
Or I couldnít restrain 
a runaway train.
Or fires were braved,
orphans were saved -
I dragged Ďem outside
and then alas, died.

Not met a sad end
trying not to offend,
trapped in a room
in a permanent gloom,
day after day
just fading away
attempting to eat
some inedible meat.

« Last Edit: November 06, 2018, 06:14:07 AM by Dylan di Vilde »
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