The dinner hour begins to loom
before me in the evening gloom.
I think of bangers with some mash
and I consider corned beef  hash.
I search the shelves, I pace the floor,
I start to head out to the store.
But in a flash I think “Door Dash!” 
and check my hidden shoebox stash
‘cause on delivery I’ll pay cash.
I breathe a sigh and grab my phone,
and settle in to eat alone.