I wrote my poem Posh Boy in response to Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #348. The challenge invites us to create either flash fiction or poetry inspired by the photo prompt. I hope you enjoy both my poem—and its song adaptation!
Posh Boy
I sit,
my hands close to my chest.
I look at the turkey…
at the golden cooked breast.
I’m a small boy,
dressed in my best.
Told to behave,
to eat with a knife and fork.
I wait while the adults
sip sherry
and talk.
I sit,
hands close to my chest,
but I’m told to behave,
to be on my best.
I just want to grab a leg…
or tear off a piece of wing—
but it’s called etiquette,
a decorum kind of thing.
I must sit still,
wait for the dinner gong.
Till we’re all sat down,
till they say grace.
I want to fill my face—
In a polite sort of way.
I am just a boy,
that wants to eat now!
Eat some nosh,
or some chow.
But I sit with my hands close to my chest.
I must be polite,
because “we are posh”
they say.
So, I sit here all quiet—
dressed in my best.
I eye up the bird,
hungry to eat…
but must wait in my seat—
seen and not heard.
—Lesley Scoble, November 2025
Music Audio – Posh Boy 🎶
My gratitude to Melissa Lemay for the inspiring prompt.
And thank you, dear reader, for the time to linger with my poem. My gratitude to Melissa Lemay for the inspiring prompt.
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