I struggled with this hour's prompt so have gone off prompt again. I was trying to write about my dinner, which was in the oven cooking, so I gave up on that but wrote this little poem about visiting the sweet shop (candy store) at school lunchtime. I realise that these are very British sweets so probably don't have US equivalents, but they're easily Googlable if your appetite is whetted :)

Gobsmacked

Down the road
at the end of a cul-de-sac,
past a ginger cat
that glares at kids
as they pass.

Up a little snicket
with anaemic-looking paving slabs,
walled on both sides
Roseville Road,
with Roseville stores,
a sweet little shop —
an emporium no less.

gobstoppers galore
brown chewing nuts
multicoloured midget gems
orange pineapple cubes
strawberry pink bon-bons
fizzy cola bottles
candy cigarettes
sherbet lemons and sherbet pips
pear drops
cough candy twists ...

I never have to hold up the line,
I've known in my mind
all the way,
all morning,
what quarter of sweets
I'll suck,
chew
crunch
through the afternoon.