Grand Opening
Great expectations.
The villagers awaited the upcoming event
knowing the celebrities would all be there:
the local M.P., with the Carnival Queen,
recently crowned, the doctor, the mayor.
His Grace was expected to grace the bash;
a brass band had rehearsed all day long
and was standing by, ready for action,
to delight the eager and expectant throng.
No one said what the celebration was for
but anticipations that there’d be a feast
were high. Meat, cheeses, and other fare,
would be served, or sandwiches at least.
The head of the school had been chosen
to perform the task, but her heart sank
when, cutting the ribbon, she found out
it was the Grand Opening of a food bank.
© Luigi Pagano 2016
© ionicus 2023
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I wish I had your faith, Trevor. I have become a bit cynical about promises of ‘jam tomorrow’, but at least by exiting the EU there is the opportunity for self-determination and if handled carefully we should see some improvement. Getting rid of fatcats and speculators might take longer than the Brexit negotiations. Still, we must retain our optimism.
Food banks and obesity sound to me like an oxymoron, though.
Thanks for your incisive remarks.
Luigi
this is very good Luigi
Glad that you found this poem to your liking, Nic. Thanks for letting me know.
Luigi x
Hi Luigi,I really liked this well composed piece of writing. Be lucky, Peter.
Cheers, Peter.
Luigi
Liked the easy flow, the element of ‘don’t know, suspend unto the end. Well done mate a deserved nomination.
It’s a pity we need food banks in this modern era but when one thinks of the alternative…….
Hi Tony. I was afraid that the satire was a bit too subtle but I see that the message got through.
I agree that food banks are an anachronism in this day and age but sadly it is a reality.