Fruits of the Loon: Tomato and Stu

The ongoing delve into mental health via the medium of fruit-infused poetry.

With thanks to the cottonbro studio for use of the header image (licensing).

It wasn’t until the last mouthful
Literally for there were at least
Another two on the plate
That he realised he’d forgotten
The Tomato
Sauce that is
And cursed his rotten luck
The meal now completely ruined
With hindsight
Due to his failure to
Remember the unorthodox
See
Sausages and mash
With mixed vegetables in gravy
Is ample
Well, maybe one could add a
Couple of slices of bread and butter
But Tommy sauce
Or any other runny flavour for that matter
When gravy already swirls within the bowl?!
No
That would not do
But he’d decided in a moment of anarchic rebellion
To buck that trend
(btw you could have buttered rolls
instead of the bread)
When in the middle of preparing the meal and
Suddenly fancying a bit of Red
So it really was quite unforgivable
That he somehow managed to forget
Before the cooking’s end
An act of absentmindedness
To drive him round the bend
Wreck any enjoyment
To be had from the meal
In its own right
In future he’d swap the veg for beans
Stop any controversy
Cut it off with some pulses
But wait! What about the gravy?!
Beans with the brown stuff
Did not likewise go
He hated this self-imposed curse
And from this juncture
In his ever-perishing personal timeline
Would just have to have
Cheese on toast instead

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N. P. Ryan

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