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Other poems:
Foundry Man
Phoenix
No 159
Who’ll Gimmie Mi a Job Nah
Our Canteen Ladies
Lights Out
The Ice Cream Van Cometh
The Company Watch
A Little Ditty
A Tale to Tell

Dinner Line by Alison Butler

Standing impatiently in the dinner line
Jostled by elbows on either side
My eyes straining to see
The contents of the trays just before me.
What can they offer us today?
How much do we have to pay?
Someone has cheated
They have jumped the queue
"Hey, that fish was meant for me not you"
"I don’t know how he dare".
"Look, he has the lion's share".
Anticipation grows; I can wait no more,
Saliva is dribbling down my jaw.
At last in pole position time to make my decision.
I'll have fish, chips and peas, also
Sponge and custard please.

Alison

 

 

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