Here I sit and eat my lunch
The lettuce makes a lovely crunch
When on it I snack and munch
Thank God for salad - thanks a bunch!

I'm writing poetry today
It's not like me to be this way
I think my brain has gone astray
This isn't good - it's not okay.

But I'll go home and have a drink
Tune out my mind, try not to think
There I'll sit until I stink
And the sun comes up, all pink.