Cafeteria Catastophe Poem by Brie Carter

Cafeteria Catastophe

Rating: 5.0


The stench of the gross garbage
In the school cafeteria
Makes you gag as you walk by.
You can't make it past
Without getting a whiff
Of the foul food it's full of
Monday's mushy macaroni
Tuesday's terrible-tasting turkey
Slimy, sloppy, sticky syrup
From Wednesday's withered waffles.
Thursday's tastless tacos and
Friday's flakey fish
Leftover, lumpy lunches
Brown bananas
Crunchy, clumpy, crumbley cookies
And squishy strawberries
Floating in the swampy soup
The sound of buzzing bugs,
Dripping drinks,
Trays trashing, and
Food falling
Never go near the janitors job

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Carol Gall 15 May 2009

so cafeteria food is stilkl the same yuk! good poem

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Shaun William Hayes 06 October 2008

Ha Ha I love this icky sniffy ode to bins. well done.

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