A Thought for Food

Sheesh! The netty netty is slow today. Damn you rain for interfering with my signal. Sorry so late my beloved readers. Today is the second of the only two light hearted poems I ever wrote. Again all blame lies at the feet of Douglas Adams. Stay tuned though thursday I will post up one of my favourite poems.

A Thought for Food

My food looked up at me from my plate,
It SCREAMED for mercy,
Trying to avoid its fate.
But I couldn't hear it scream:
"Dont eat me please!",
Because I couldn't understand foodenese.

Next time you have supper, breakfast or lunch,
Consider the pain of your food as you munch.

Do they want to be eaten?
Do they want to freeze?
Do they want to be put in an oven?
To bake at 200 degrees.

Why should we not let them grow old,
mouldy, green and white,
You would not like to be eaten alive,
Stopped, from living out the whole of your life.

So next time you have a meal,
Be it fruit, veggies or meat,
How about a moments silence or prayer,
To be thankful and honour the food that you eat.