Really Awful Anticipation

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The current state of the passage outside the bedrooms – no ceilings, no doors … some way to go, yet!

 

The latest prompt for NaPoWriMo again came just before electricity departed; yet again this offering was composed with laptop and solar lamp. The prompt is for a dialogue, so I added to the first stanza, which came into my head a few days ago, to make it into one:

 It’s not the treat,
     though sour or sweet,
  That captivates a nation,
They rather find
     it’s in the mind
  As the anticipation! 

No! Doing it
     provides the bit
  That everyone will treasure,
For they must taste –
     or else will waste –
  The essence of the pleasure! 

Oh, rubbish, for
     when one should ‘score’,
  The climax there is fleeting,
Far more the sum
     of what’s to come
  Imagination greeting!

That is not true,
     for should one ‘do’
  A truly sumptuous dinner,
It is the force
     of every course
  That will provide the winner! 

You can’t believe
     that would achieve –
  Once one had reached the venue –
The sheer delights
     that come with rites
  Of studying the menu? 

So, in your mood,
     you’d rather food
  Be words on paper written?
Not something which
     your taste-buds twitch
  To have quite swiftly bitten? 

First bite won’t last,
     and in the past
  That pleasure you’d be knowing;
Much rather one
     puts off the fun …
  Hey! Where d’you think you’re going?

That you prefer
      thus to defer
  I’m finding most depressing,
So do not fear,
     I’m out of here –
  You may as well start dressing!

 (Just for the sheer fun of it, let me know honestly whether you thought the second speaker – the one buzzing off – was male or female?)

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