Munching

Tom is munching on something.

Tom was munching on something.

Sami was munching on some peanuts.

Tom is munching on popcorn.

On a grey 5th of November of 2021, it was like a parade of handsome men. On a table just outside the pizzeria, I was munching on pizza, whilst a brown vendor at the market beyond was sorting fruits outside and greeting passersby. In the cafe, I was drinking my iced green tea. A muscular young man in a white shirt and blue jeans passed back and forth. Later, a muscular young man in a white shirt with grey pants sat at the far table near the washroom. Then walking back by the pizzeria, I saw a dark chunky man standing, talking to an older man.

The boring machine was munching its way through the tunnel.

Ziri was munching on the donuts Rima had bought for Walid.

Caterpillars are munching machines.

I walked at night, here on Lulu Island. As I entered Starbucks café, sitting at a table with two Doritos bags of chips, one purple and one red, were Peter the redheaded Anglo and Hans the Netherlander on a motorized wheelchair, who offered to me. I took a few chips from both bags. Then, I was drinking reddish Passion Tango iced tea, then Oat Nog Latte. I was munching on crème brûlée almonds. I was exercising with my hand grip strengthener at my table. There were a regular couple with seemingly American spoken accents. The man was a handsome white-haired bear, always wearing a sports outfit. At Hans' request after he exited, Peter gave the purple Doritos bag to me and the red one to Chris the Japanese-English hybrid, who was a barista. The other barista was Jessica the petite Vietnamese. There were Filipino customers. Jessica asked me if I knew what was "lomi" (a Filipino noodle dish). I said that it was "rāmen." Homebound, walking, I accidentally tripped on a wooden board in a dark alleyway. My eyeglasses fell off. Luckily, I was not hurt. A Cantonese labourer helped me. Today is the 14th of December of 2024.

Neither fruit nor flower / Enough to gratify a bee's slight munchings.