Annoyed at Lunch - a poem

it really annoys me when you stand behind, watching me eat
And I know you're joking when you ask, "Where's my treat?"
But I'm eating because it's lunch time, you see,
And not the time for you to be bothering me.

Over my shoulder I can sense your presence
Each time I eat you make an appearance
Blocking my view of food is your shadow
I want to hold a sign reading "go away go"

I sit at my desk so bothered I am not
For computer knowledge in my head I've got
Instead it's my lunch you decide to bother
With inanity for which there is time another

Intruding you are in my personal space
I'm tired of seeing your unwanted face
Whether your visit be for work or jest
I'm tired of you being my lunch-breaking pest.