A song for you salivary souls.
O feastly creature,
You pitiful pit,
Famished and fiending,
Due soon to submit
Withered and wanting,
You wane from existence,
With naught but a thought,
For saving subsistence
You writhe and you wrench,
All pent on the floor,
You heave then you clench,
Your cavernous core
Privation it seems,
To have taken its toll,
Deprived of your means,
You’ve digested your soul!
Now gizzardly ghost,
With a grisly abdominal,
A geist all agape,
Aghast and abominable.
My wife and I were waiting for pizzas we ordered at a restaurant after a day of hiking through the Grampians. We were pretty upset as everyone else in the room was getting their food before us, despite us having arrived first. I’m pretty sure it was over an hour before we got our food as I was watching the clock spin on the wall. Anyway, the poem was inspired by this excruciating experience.
Though I originally thought “feastly” was my own invention, it turned out to be an obsolete word dating back to the 16th century. According to Wiktionary it means “Of, relating to, or characteristic of a feast; festive.” This is similiar to what I had in mind when I used it, but my meaning is closer to “feastful”, meaning “devoted to feasting”.
Title image by Todd Diemer on Unsplash