Lunch

Lazily approaching that luscious time of day
When fleeing from work and cares we all run away
From spreadsheets and phone calls and customer complaints
No miscellaneous problems or constraints
Running away from reality and reasonable
Lunch is the time for dreams unseasonable
Muscles relax and bleak reality is okay
With a drink that should come at the end of day
Helps darkest winter be the merry month of May
And no annoying coworkers today will I slay
Crazy comes the afternoon but right now I forget
With yummiest morsel and customers unmet
I will not throw my dreams away with quiet time to sooth upset
I will not start a fire, no . . . no . . . not yet