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Embezzled Meal
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English poems In the middle of the festivity
the main course arrived.
I longingly eyed its crimson skin
as I reveled at its luscious aroma.
Hunger crept in me.
I tore off a piece
and grease filled my hand.
As its juicy meat filled my mouth
a bottomless pit yearned for more;
I devoured every bit
and wiped myself clean.
In the midst of oblivion
I called for a toast,
and as I popped the cork
they wondered "where was the pork?!"
