The Slow Ticking
The slow ticking of the clock
When will lunchtime be here?
Tick tock, tick tock
Lunchtime is drawing near.
I get excited Can it really be?
I run to the fridge and opening the door
I find a higgidy pie waiting there just for me.
I open the box
And taking great care
I place it in the oven
And wait and stare.
The pastry turns golden
The star comes to life
My mouth starts to water
My hunger is rife.
Twenty minutes is up
I jump up and down with glee
My knife and fork ready
To set the mushrooms free.
Lunchtime is over
The pie is devoured
I return to work dreaming
Of my next Higgidy indulgence.
