Busted
There is no stealth in a potato chip bag.
It will not collude
Cops an attitude
Plain downright rude
The way it won’t honor
The need to conceal
The sneaky consumption
Of cheddar and onion.
Like glaciers calving
Volcanoes erupting
Cymbals crashing
Explosions igniting.
Steps in the hall
A light overhead
Covers thrown back
Are you eating in bed?
It will not collude
Cops an attitude
Plain downright rude
The way it won’t honor
The need to conceal
The sneaky consumption
Of cheddar and onion.
Like glaciers calving
Volcanoes erupting
Cymbals crashing
Explosions igniting.
Steps in the hall
A light overhead
Covers thrown back
Are you eating in bed?
This poem is copyright (©) David Cameron 2024
About the Writer
David Cameron
David Cameron can't help the thoughts that float in and twist themselves into poems. He was a Presbyterian minister for the longest time before directing a Meals on Wheels program in Western North Carolina for a few years. Now he is on loan to the mountain trails and waterfalls in the area and is grateful to live with his spouse Kathryn and son Will.
