Shepherds pie into oven 2:30 am

At 3 prompt is food, must be an omen.

 

My culinary strategy

to eat dinner at quarter past three

in the morning has paid off for me

in ways I could never foresee.

 

For, as well as solid nourishment,

this pie inspiration sent.

My fuel and poetry content

in casserole dish imminent.

 

The pen across the page does fly

while fork makes patterns in the pie.

With this piece done maybe I’ll try

to grab a quick nap on the sly.