lunchtime has come; we haven’t started a thing
lines are long; it runs along ladders and hallways
it’s better to go get a nap and return at later time
but for me i go to place designated for us only
which get me away from long agonizing wait
thanks to my colleagues, i will give back favor
like buffet, serve yourself, generous selection
meat or fish; rice or bake potato; soup or gravy
i took steam fish and fried rice; glass of milk
bowl of salad and thousand island dressing
Cheesecake for dessert; that’s a heavy meal
calories needed for going up and down ladders
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