The lunch lady calls
out her new special—cheese made from assorted fresh brains—and
I can't stop hummin; her mesmerizin’ song of “fromage
that's so creamy, so scrumptious,
so dreamy, when spread on foccacia or toast…” That quirky lunch lady
just launched through our portal, an opera star cracklin’ crystal and ice,
and I still can't stop singing—
have the stars all stopped twinklin’, the moons ceased their wrigglin’,
as the fog's now liftin’ her wagon away? That Trans-dimensional lunch wagon
with its crumbly quark
lady, that trans-stellar culinary fiend, who’ll send your heart reelin’ with
incandescent fetes-a-fromage—and you’ll even stop wonderin’ whose
brains they once were, as oh—
how she tempts us—but who will protect us—from the loony lunch lady
with her Trans-dimensional wagon 'cause word has it she's catering your summit
today?
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The Trans-Dimensional
Lunch Wagon by Terrie Leigh Relf
originally
published January 13, 2010
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Terrie Leigh Relf lives in Ocean Beach, which is
in San Diego, CA. She is on staff at Sam's
Dot Publishing, where she edits Hungur
Magazine and The
Drabble. Recent releases include Blood
Journey, a vampire novel co-authored with Henry Lewis Sanders; The
Poet's Workshop--And Beyond; and two poetry collections, Jupiter's
Eye and My
Friend, The Poet, and Other Poems About People She
Thinks She Knows.
For
more of Terrie's work,
visit her Big Pulp author page
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