Robert Verdon, #141, Dinner Time

five brown sausages in a stainless pan

waiting for a busy young man

as we shovel flageolet beans

or croissants with melted cheese

into our seventies mouths

chomping at this mashed repast

with our remaining baleen

as we stare at repeats of M.A.S.H.

wondering where it all goes:

only the cats look happy

they can’t read with affection

about that dog's breakfast, the 2016 election

here is the news

switched over to Dr Who

in for the kill as we sieve our krill 

for chrissake where is that young man —

I think we need a Five Year Plan.