The Song and the DIsh

I have a song that I have not finished,
For every time I make a rhyme I can
Sense another coming close to my dish:
Feel tense as they pass my plate of food. Man
Is a strange creature that he should make such
Fuss over poor food. Yet when you are as
I have been, poor in nourishment, you may touch
Upon the greatest trove of knowledge. Has
A man ever given up what he most
Desired in a fight? or put out lite
And easy from a boxing ring to toast
Some other, all since he was full of fright?
These things are incomprehensible for
Men who must complete the song of life's chore.

                                               The Song and the Dish, (c) Luke Bennette April 2012