Never Spinach Ever Again (Rev) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

When everything went wrong, every positive expectation
I had for the day met with a negative end, I had to explain
to myself why and all I could see was the spinach I had
brought with me; trying to help with book-filled boxes in
the storeroom, I was always in the way - and this is the
day I ate spinach at work

Yuck, spinach is bad luck, I’ll never bring it to work again,
it’ll break my heart - and with it tasting so bad I ended up
eating a waffle to escape from dread - even driving home
was no fun - tomorrow I’ll drive like a fiend enjoying my life
with great things to eat - but I’ll never bring a horrible
thing like spinach ever again!