The Eatathon 5/11/19
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Category : Poems
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Took a plane from SeatonSat in a window seatAttendant came by with a food trayI began to eatWe hit some heavy turbulenceThe plane began to shakeI held on with one handThe other held the steakWe finally flew in calmnessI rested in my seat seatWhen my nap was overI began to eatWe are flying at 10,000 feetWrapped in a sky of blueWhen the attendant came over againI asked for a dish of stewWhen we reached the airportWe started our approachRight after locking my seat beltI finished my French toastWe waited for our baggageIt was a routine tripI grabbed my chocolate milk shakeTook my final sipFinally got a taxiGave him the hotel’s nameHe told me that the restaurant closedI said”dammit what a shame!”We stopped at a curbside food cartReady to close his doorI saw the line of hot dogsI begged him to give me fourAs pulled in front of the hotelLooked like his tongue would fallWith his voice just trembling -he said“Are you gonna eat them all?”My room was bright and airyI sat to have a biteI said to my self with uncertainty“I’m still hungry-how will I sleep tonite “