Excellence In Dining Poem by Dennis Lange

As dusk was drifting to the dark of night,
The hidden stars were shining out of sight,
Bid by the parent clouds to hide away,
And all those distant tots had to obey.

Like sun, I too, was hastening to my place.
But fuel for him was always on his face
While mine, behalf of body, begged be fed
Ere I, too, reached my home and went to bed.

Since I was hurried like a harried hare,
For excellence in dining, I'd no care.
I gave up comfort in a quest for haste;
A fast food drive-thru line is what I faced.

And in the growing dark, a mist now fell
That on my windshield I saw very well,
For, from the car ahead of me there came
Its brake lights burning like a reddish flame.

And each pin-point of mist upon my glass
Snatched up the red and wouldn't let it pass
And shined as bright red mints upon my sky,
As stars the parent clouds would not let by.