It's nearly lunchtime, my stomach tells me
It's been rumbling and grumbling for an hour
At least it's not rumbling like Saturday
After that curry, when I had wind power
To rival those peculiar white towers
On hilltops and coastlines, with spinning arms
Directing the birds safely through the showers
Back to their love nests, safely out of harm
White windmills making bread to make my barms
It is lunchtime now, so my watch tells me
Two barmcakes await, made from wholewheat flour
With Vegemite filling that does no harm
I've started eating, so my mouth tells me
And in no time, the barmcakes are no more
Tue 28 Oct 2008
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