Not Long Left

Rookie (17.05.1981 / The Molten Core)

School Dinner Day - Poem by Not Long Left

my belly is rumbling,
and is grumbling for food,
waiting for one o'clock
thinking what dinner will choose.

the teachers words pass me by,
if i dont eat now i am going to die,
and at that very moment the bells rings
what delights will the dinner lady bring.

i hate queuing up for food,
moving down the line at a snails pace,
whilst some of the bigger boys,
push past and take my place,
i hate queuing up for food.

eventually i am greeted by the dinner lady,
who greets me with a grunt and then garbles,
'fish and chips
mash and mince'
'burger, sausages waffles or beans'
her red sweaty face and her shirt
bursting at the seams.

i go for burgers, chips and beans,
but am now faced with the decision,
should it be glorious custard sludge
or a rather odd looking choclate fudge.

at the till,
i plunge my hand into the abyss,
which once was a pocket,
and fish out what seems a thousand coins,
a weeks supply
of what i call the pavement sweep,
has got me my dinner
and i have still got my packed luch to eat!


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 23, 2005


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