Get up and go,
Eventually,
To the corner store.

Find some breakfast:
A banana; instead,
The bunched three.

Grab 5 ounces.
Pick zero percent,
Mixed berry.

Forgot, didn't bring
A reusable bag.
Utilize the two hands.

At home, the icebox is broken.
Goody, have to eat takeout.

Back from a sleepover,
The sonny-dude wonders,
"What's for lunch?"

He wants
Buffalo wings,
Saucy hot.

Chosen from the menu
For the paternal fuddy-dud--
A rustic broccoli chicken.

Load the app; order pickup.
After the confirmed ETA,
Wait an extra quarter hour.

Eating takeout at home because
The icebox is broken; oh goody!

Heading down to
The pizza parlor;
Dinner--specialty slices:

Sausage with peppers,
Buffalo chicken, pepperoni,
Tomato/Spinach/Ricotta.

Select something to drink.
In a booth settle soda
And pop: cheers, bottoms up.

Arrives the tray.
Divvy paper plates.
The spoken word:
Chomp, chomp, chomp.

"Icebox delivery will be days later."

"Yay! Goody-goody! Goody-goody!
Good!! Good!!!"