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
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!
Laughs the famous custard, not allowed now healthy eating nowadays...10
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I would like to translate this poem
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