May 22, 2012

Food Wars

The loaded jet plane missed its runway
circled past the busy base.
“…and zoom!” she said 
swallowing a silent prayer.
He was still munching- ever so slowly,
splattering her hope in delightful role play.
“ I’m parking my Lamborghini, mum!”

How long? As long as I give up?
She complained with grunts and rage
dislodged his four-wheeled pride,
found his smeared target again
and acquired it. By force.

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