A Bad Lunch Poem by Phil Soar

He left his home this morning, with a lunch box and a flask
He fancied a fresh cake as well, but was afraid to ask
He'd fallen out with mother, and she'd baked while she was mad
He tried to smooth things over, and then fallen out with dad

The family was a unit, but at times the tension heightened
And when some things got ugly, certain members became frightened
You never knew how mother, would react in times of stress
And if she cocked her cooking up, the kitchen was a mess

So on that day, when he had lunch, and opened up that box
All he found were underpants, and a some really dirty socks
His mother had been angry, and had found them on his bed
And thought it would be funny, to make him eat those instead