Two lunches diverged in a wood

TWO lunches diverged in a yellow dining room, 
And sorry I could not eat both 
And having just an hour, long I stood 
And looked down as long as I could 
To where they lay in the canteen; 

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two lunches diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less tasty,
And that made all the difference.
to my waistline.

Boring sambo today instead of roast lamb 

if you want to read the original and the best poem here is the link http://www.bartleby.com/119/1.html

Happy lunch munching 

12 little words

One email
One sentence
One envelope

Three year friendship
ended

No explanation
No warning
No reason

Just Ended
Finished
Done and
Dusted

Three year's erased by
12 little words


Copyright: 2013 
Brenda Drumm