Shelves of well used books on food and wine
Stab me in the heart and in the mind
Now it is a task to eat at all
No appetite, no will,no hunger call.
The peppers red have turned to mush and juice
Courgettes dissolve to water if left loose
The bacon looks as tempting as a toad
The bread is going green ,so a la mode
Yet Weetabix is not a dish to share
No man or woman’s tempted by such fare.
An egg on toast may pass for a real meal
One swallows it with no attempt to feel.
Yet starving is a slow and foolish way
Get a gun or from this madness stray.
How my heart sings 