HUMOR

An Ode to the Open Mouth Chewer

You, yes you. I hear you there, chewing away.

I sat down one day to write a play, and oh who came up behind me.

But a slack-jawed man, with chocolate in hand, smiling at me widely.

I did not grin, I did but nod, towards his hungry smile.

He sat behind me, while I wiled, working away at my style.

I tried to write, he tried to bite, I didn’t notice for a while.

But while I clicked, his teeth did stick, to that chocolate sticky pile.

I tried to fight, to overcome his trite, by playing my music loudly.

Away I clacked, away he smacked, His lips closing wildly.

I had enough, of his chuff, It was time to stop!

But as I stood, he dropped his goods, he was quite the slop!

The floor, the floor, that beloved floor, of 7/11 variety!

It ruined his food, and brightened my mood, to go back to writing silently…