Saturday, July 31, 2010

CCIV - The Buffet of Pigs Invasion


Buffets bring out the worst in people.

The Buffet of Pigs Invasion

In my mind I hear the voice over
Presented, in hushed and expectant tones,
A monologue on the tourist
As they migrate from their temporary homes.

“Look!” the voice is heard saying,
“Here they come! The herd in underway.
See how they traverse the forecourt
As they seek the nightly buffet!”

“See them lay claim to a table
Then dart off to scour the displays,
Circling around the all offerings
To find the picks of the day.

‘Everything looks so good’ they say
And pile it on their plate.
One can only hope that if they keep it up
They’ll be too fat to mate.

© J Cosmo Newbery
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  1. Great observation and poem dear J Cosmo. :)
    What is it with some people and buffets, they don't seem to be able to practice any restraint, they pile so much food on their plates I don't know how they could possibly eat it all?

    xoxo ♡

  2. That is funny, I can picture them and have seen them too. Too fat to mate, hahahahaha.

  3. Excellent poem. So true, that those who are over-nourished seem to belly up to the buffet first, usually with a comment like, "I'm starving..."


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