I am helping to facilitate a creative writing class at the moment and so decided after a 30 year break to have a go at writing poetry again. I'll probably stick to photography in future! Anyway, this poem is dedicated to all those mobile burger vans that tour our streets late at night.
This kitchen on wheels is his speciality,
So that you can eat in your very own locality.
He trundles along to his regular sites,
His gastronomic dishes reaching new heights.
He’s a sort of cross between Delia and Jamie,
But none of his dishes are ever the samey.
He prepares a large tray of his Chicken Parmo,
And hopes tonight’s drunks will be a little more calmo!
The closing of clubs - his busiest time,
His customers' palates dulled by the wine.
So who is this guy who never sleeps,
He’s always there, we’ve got him for keeps.