Keeping asunder in a state
feeling delicate of late
had to take a plate
and move in a rate
in a queue who ate
the food with relish
heaping up in a finish
leaving none to have a least
making the feast
a mockery and a tease.
Meenas PoemsIt is a spontaneous overflow of poetic expressions.
Meenas Poems 
3 replies on “A Mockery And Tease”
lovlovlov the wordplay..
u play with words– with love.
love-play, words u love,
playing u-ward, u
playing the word-game,
love, played u and me
for. us heavenly and fool-ward
word playing tool-ward crafts.
word.
jim Aldrich
I personally do not like meals where one must form a queue.
Like Charles, I don’t enjoy a queue, but I did enjoy your poem. 🙂