WAITING FOR DINNER.

I show him
A chicken wrapped up
In a bacon blanket,
Stockaded by potatoes and lance shaped parsnips,
And he shouts at it
“Get Cooked!”

And a blue enamel tin
Full of cubed carrots and peas,
And silver slivers of onions,
Centred by six sausages covered with herbs
And he’s heard to say
“Get cooked!!”

Or a leg of lamb
About to dance in the sizzle
Of its own drizzled juices,
And infused with garlic and rosemary sprigs,
And he hisses
“get cooked!!!”

Or a full blown
Slow cooker filled to the lid
With seared bits of beef,
And diced vegetables wedged in-between
And he’s seen screaming
“GET COOKED!!!”

And after the last
Lick of fire has applied
Its final strike and alighted,
I plate the great feast and present it neatly
But unfortunately sleep
Has cooked him.