Adrian Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

They stood in line with their
green trays, waiting to be
served, it was their favourite
eating place, a cafeteria,
someone had even placed an accent
on the word, over the first 'e',
'be generous with the brown beans',
he was heard to say, dentures rattling,
proceeded to sit at the table nearest,
the chair creaked modestly and was
silenced by a staccato of at least
seven explosions, they could have
only come from the sigmoid, soundwaves,
wet in their noisy expression, if you
get my drift and are able to visualise
and perhaps even experience, in your mind,
near the cranial olfactory nerve,
the ambience and the essence of this
ah, so human and yet so animalistic thing.
He ate with obvious gusto, undisturbed
by glances, whispers and the envy of the young.