Despite the name, a fast is slow.
It’s oxymoronish, you know.
You watch the minutes ticking by;
Your hunger you cannot deny.
Your brain begins to formulate
Thoughts of food piled on your plate;
Conjured pictures from your past
Of edibles to break the fast:
Pickled herring, salty lox,
Noodle pudding that just rocks!
Seeded bagels, sliced-up cheese,
Whitefish plattered just to please.
Cole slaw, salads, eggs, tabouli,
And desserts to make you drooly.
Naturally, there’s beer or wine,
Scotch or vodka – all are fine.
Candies, nuts, and more dessert;
Loose the buttons on your skirt.
Fruit and coffee, strong and hot –
Lots of choices we have got.
Images like these appear
To taunt me, but I’ll persevere.
I’ve come this far – I’ll last, I’m sure.
I’ve only got three hours more!
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