We had a rough weekend in the Langlands house. We had to learn some important lessons and now it's time to move forward. But the end of the year is always stressful and busy. So how do we move on? We get the following email from our son. Here is Xavier's poem to cheer up your day!
Can’t Write a Poem About Hamburgers
Noon,
 |
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I look
at the hovering sun,
Straight
above me.
I see my
parents,
As they
slowly park,
Coming
to retrieve me for lunch.
I peered
out the window,
Like a
mouse would with a hole.
The
lights,
Shining
like las Vegas,
So many
choices.
Thai,
Not
enough junk food flavour.
Pizza,
Hot as
the sun,
Burn’s
your skin.
BBQ,
Takes so
long I got arthritis!
Italia,
As many
choices as a teenage girl’s wardrobe.
Then,
the hot,
Juicy
flavoured air catches my attention.
Hamburgers.
We pull
over,
The
smell mouth-watering.
I
shuffle up,
Thinking
that this is to good,
That
this must be a dream.
Hot,
Grease
expelling,
Sauce
dripping,
Sky
scraper high,
Heavenly
delicious.
I place
my order,
And sit
at my table.
The
waiter comes,
Holding
the burger,
He
places it on my plate.
I hold
it up,
Sauce
dripping onto my hands.
I bite
it,
Tasting
the sauce,
Tasting
the lettuce,
Tasting
the tomato,
Tasting
the cheese,
Tasting
the patty,
Tasting
the bun,
Tasting
the angles blessing.
Mmm,
Hamburgers.
