Nandos Lunch (Boem with Mr Amarpreet Basi)

From auspices of finance and technology

Five individuals walk steadily

Towards an eatery which quite readily

Provides, a forum, a tangential menagerie.

Four carnivores and one infidel

Hunger to quell and anecdotes to tell

We join a snaking line-up

Pondering orders and making rhymes up

Like itchy itchy itchy itch

Can't stand that chicken witch

The service is making us twitch

Smile and bring me my sandwich!

The vegetarian is screwed

He's the last one to get his food

The meat eaters produce sounds erogenous

As they tuck into pounds of bird flesh oleaginous

Finally mastication and ingestion subside

All parties gastronomically supplied

Their wanting souls, engorged, revived

Debates of chickens willies spring alive!

But once we cross the mezzanine

We're sadder then we've ever been

Into the bowels of our foul employer and enemy

I scowl: Nandos is all but a soiled memory

Ahhh the old tale rolls on...

Friday ends like a gliding swan

Weekend free time is available

Ponder what will be on next Friday's table...