The Literary Lunch- a Denman scribbler looks yearningly at Hornby

How sweet it would be to go and munch,

to feed my body, give my brain some lunch!

It’d be perfectly fine,I would venture to hunch

to break some bread with a literate bunch.

Someday I’ll go, scoff an erudite snack,

a nourishing snippet of whatever I lack;

perhaps rise above my current track,

a spirited scribe…but a bit of a hack.

Until that day I’ll surely dawdle

on Denman Isle where I tend to coddle

my aging self, which tends to waddle

in lesser bustle and time-wasting twaddle;

you know, idle thoughts and navel gazing,

and, on a good day, something amazing;

a succulent speck of original phrasing.

Granted, these moments are few and far,

for I am anything but a writing star-

I grind out feathers with a touch of tar,

speckled sketches of who we are.

Still, how sweet it would be to go and munch,

to feed my body, give my brain some lunch!

It would be perfectly fine, I’d venture to hunch,

to break some bread for once, for once,

to break some bread with a literate bunch.