Sir_Nigel 10 #1 Posted April 12, 2019 I’m trying to eat but so tough is this meat that I’m wondering whether it’s actually leather. But as I’m a guest I know that its best to chew for a while, swallow, then smile. To leave all this food would simply be rude. I can’t even cut it but where can I put it? A deft little toss to a slumbering dog? smuggle it out to be flushed down the bog? Could it be wrapped in a tissue or two then slipped surreptitiously into a shoe? If only the windows were open for air with one little flick I could fling it out there. My mind wanders back to the dinners at school where battle-axe ladies, insistent and cruel would force you to eat all the gristle and fat. No meat could be wasted - that firmly was that. So you’d bury it furtively under your mash then off to the bin you would anxiously dash. And with these accomplishments daring but shady you’d fool the intransigent fat dinner lady. But though I have tried it there’s nowhere to hide it. No chance to use the old schoolboy ruse. It looks like I’m beaten this has to be eaten. So all I can do is sit here and chew, But chew as I might there’s no end in sight. The meal drags on. All hope is gone. This dutiful chore is hurting my jaw. You may ask, my friend, just when this might end. The answer is never. I’ll be here for ever. I’ve blunted my knife now, this is my life now. If someone you see asks what happened to me - wondering why I no longer drop by, tell them I perished saving someone I cherished as we sought and destroyed a rogue asteroid. Or I couldn’t restrain a runaway train. Or fires were braved, orphans were saved - I dragged ‘em outside and then alas, died. Not met a sad end trying not to offend, trapped in a room in a permanent gloom, day after day just fading away attempting to eat some inedible meat. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...