Lunch Time

I opened my lunch box,
there was nothing there but dirty socks.
Where did my food go?
I was looking forward to my grilled peacocks.

I looked high and low throughout the room,
I looked everywhere, even in the vacuum.
The grilled peacocks were long gone,
Now I was left hungry, and filled with gloom.

I had been looking forward to lunch all day,
Now I have to go eat at the local cafe.
No one will have peacocks as tasty,
Except for maybe in Norway.

I hope the person that stole my food,
Has a horrible day and gets sued.
It would serve them right,
For leaving me so screwed.

After work, I went home,
To the place where the peacocks like to roam.
I will have to catch another for tomorrow,
I won't use my lunchbox but put it in a box made of styrofoam

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