Ram Shackled Lunchtime Mob

by Poet Lordy

Based on my daily observations at lunchtime at work. I love them all really. Please review, it helps, really. ;- PL.

Ram Shackled Lunchtime Mob

We sit around the tables, colleagues, friends and buddies

Everyone lined up, lunchboxes full of goodies

A mixture full of all types, food and people well

Everyone looking their best, bellies ready to swell

So off with tops and out of packets, lunch!, it's time!, it's served!

Munching starts, topics stop, grinding can be heard

Muffled talk, spitting crumbs, sandwiches disappear

Topics start, funny some, some are downright queer

Laughter builds as sugars drawn, deep inside their bodies

Jesting starts with manly banter, funny made up stories

Slurping of different liquids, coffee, tea, and soups

Crumbs and bits and pieces, food dripping onto boots

Ladies shoes attached to feet, pushed neatly under chairs

Men with outstretched open legs, they with no grace or cares

Literature of different types are read, during times of lunch

Story books, men's magazines, what a dirty bunch

Puddings started, biscuits nibbled, condiments and cream

With work drawing nigh, moods do swing, some do often scream

With tummies full, reserves restored, it's back to work they go

The lunchtime fracas over and tables left as so

The cleanings never quite rightly done, it's someone else's job

So off to work this Motley Crew, this Ram Shackled Lunchtime Mob.

©Poet Lordy Dec 2010