True Love

Some days, all I can think about is lunch. When I wake up in the morning, I am thinking about lunch. Where will I go for lunch? When will I go to lunch? Most importantly, what will I eat for lunch? Some mornings it’s the first conversation I have at work and I find myself distracted at the prospect of something delicious awaiting me a few scant hours in the future.
The some days, lunch is the pinnacle.
Today was just such a day. I came in to find a cat fight, dealt with a vendor that’s cut us off, called the plant manager, counseled the fighters, held some hands, kissed some asses, etc.
When lunch rolled around it the saving grace that kept me from hiding under my desk eating staples and singing “The Sun Will Come Out TOMORROW” and other selected (butchered) songs from musicals.
So to honor my love of lunch, I wrote this poem.

Lunch
Sweet Lunch
I heart you
More than Breakfast
More than dinner
More than Brunch
You are my destiny
Darling Lunch

Beautiful isn’t it? Don’t worry, I’ll sign all the autographs you want.

As long as you bring me lunch.