Out in the Grecian sun
whilst sausages are cooking in the chefs pan
turning brown from pink
the restaurants recipients
are lying on sun loungers
or sat on coral sand beach
worshipping Ra above
in a vain attempt
to mimic their luncheon.
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Hole in the Road
Alternate title – “An Ode to Roadworks”
A hole appeared from nowhere
the size of a cricket ball
Test match players denied
they sent a ball there
Some say the hole – has the power of atlas
as it halts mighty juggernauts
travelling down the main road
Supermarket shelves – lie barren
Lorry drivers watch in despair
as men from the ministry
stand with umbrellas, motionless in rain
waiting for the magic machine – to fill the hole
And as tailbacks form – the rain fills the hole
and drivers diverted to diversions of a teacup
a place to rest the wheels
halted by the hole
So drivers slow down
and come to a stop
as transport café sausage barms
for luncheon they pop.
Travel decisions secondary
whilst people stand like horse
more important decisions here
onions and brown sauce ?
several sausages
sizzle in the Noonday Sun
awaiting a bap
Hamburgers announce
readiness with aroma
as the coals they glow
Seasonings ? Brown or Red
Little people line up
in Anticipation
and over the grill
the most important question
onions or pickles?
http://allpoetry.com/poem/11619111-Over-the-Coals—by-InkdropK
