It's that time of year, when the lunches I pack for Huckle and Sally are boring compromises between what they want to eat and what I want them to eat. In other words, I end up packing the same foods over and over again. Why did these uninspired lunches inspire me to write haiku? I don't know. Too bad they don't inspire me to go grocery shopping instead.
A lunch half eaten?
I hand-picked those grapes for you!
Each a flawless gem.
I hand-picked those grapes for you!
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She comes home cranky.
Famished! Her lunch is untouched
(except those cookies).
Famished! Her lunch is untouched
(except those cookies).
He comes home cranky.
No crumb remains from his lunch.
Another growth spurt!
No crumb remains from his lunch.
Another growth spurt!
Yes, it’s grapes again.
And they’ll keep coming until
you like other fruits.
And they’ll keep coming until
you like other fruits.
Where is our thermos?
Of course — it was left at school.
Check the “lost and found.”
Of course — it was left at school.
Check the “lost and found.”
Purple grapes again.
Or are they? Pry off that lid…
Surprise! They’re olives!
Or are they? Pry off that lid…
Surprise! They’re olives!
Remember the time
I put root beer in your lunch?
Ha, ha! Me neither.
I put root beer in your lunch?
Ha, ha! Me neither.
Well, hallelujah!
She wants to pack her own lunch.
(My "boring" trick worked...)
{image from: http://sweet-station.com/blog/2010/10/sandwich-lunch-box/}
