.5. School Dinners Poem by David Threadgold

.5. School Dinners

Rating: 5.0

I remember in the fifties, I stayed for my school dinners
At six sided tables, with six chairs to match
I remember on walls, having all the art class winners
Whilst the dinner ladies served our food by batch

I remember lots of water, in a very large glass jug
With a glass for every diner in its place
I remember as I poured, it would give out a sudden glug
Causing droplets that would often hit your face

I remember smelly cabbage, with lots of lumpy mash
A tray sliced up with equal bits of pie
I remember thick brown gravy, it landed with a splash
That could blind you if it got you in the eye

I remember all the puddings, with custard steaming hot
You could only have if finishing your greens
I remember all the groaning as we finished off the lot
And the sickly taste from piles of butter beans

I remember taking turns, to have the custards skin
Had to scrape it off before the stuff would pour
I remember in the fifties, that none of us were thin
As the puddings kept us going back for more

© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes


You must surely be one of the most talented poets in relation to rhyme, rhythm and flow on this site... always with more than a touch of humour and/or truth too. This epitomises that. t x

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Stacey Watts 13 September 2008

Oh wow school lunches have never changed they were still the same in the 80's..I hear tell they are still the same now. Brilliant poem!

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Andrew mark Wilkinson 13 September 2008

Laughs the famous custard, not allowed now healthy eating nowadays...10

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