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The Restaurant
by Jane E PearceThe meal was plain,
almost mundane,
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no one spoke,
there was no smoke,
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a place to consume-
in the upper room.
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Ollas on the shelves,
customers in twelves,
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waited for the words
we had heard ourselves.
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A Man , faint light about his head,
held up the wine and said,
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" This is My Blood, (shining viscosity)
drink in rememberance of Me."
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He then held up the white bread,
looked at them, and said,
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"This is my Body, (so pure to see)
eat in rememberance of Me."
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We looked about in shock and fear-
what the heck happened here?
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The waitress came by chance,
and woke us from our trance,
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with a meal that looked just fine-
Pepperoni Pizza and a bottle
of red wine.
07/17/2005 Posted on 07/17/2005
Copyright © 2026 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 07/17/05 at 11:32 PM Jane, what an ending! I was totally expecting something else. I was so sucked into the seriousness of the The Last Supper verses - I'm getting a good laugh! Lady Jane - You ROCK!
~Chelle~ |
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