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My teacher's lunch she
hastily ate,
but who in his right mind
would eat what's on her plate?
She had joined the kids in
the cafeteria line,
for she was at school and
there was nowhere else to dine.
The line was as slow as a
ticking clock.
When she saw what was
served, she was in for a shock.
The main course was the
dreaded meatloaf surprise.
Her look of disgust could
not be disguised.
She was a hungry jackal,
ready to eat
until she saw that
unappetizing piece of meat.
She heard the old meat
plop on the plastic green tray.
She wasn't surprised to
see the meat was moldy and gray.
After she had paid for her
pitiful serving of food,
she was no longer in a
hungry mood.
The smell had already
disgusted her quite badly,
Her stomach was giving in,
but very sadly.
The children around her
were a buzzing hive of bees,
laughing loudly and
chatting happily like little monkeys.
She sat down gently in her
plastic black seat
and broke off a tiny
morsel of meat.
She slowly raised the bite
up to her face,
after saying a quick and
hurried grace.
She slid the meat onto her
fork, for now it was time.
The meat was like a large
blob of slime.
The smell had been horrid,
the taste was much worse.
The hungry teacher thought
it a cafeteria curse!
She finally forced it down
with her tiny cup of juice
and with herself she made
a truce.
She vowed to always bring
a lunch from home,
for she wasn't quite sure
she was cafeteria-food prone.
This is one of my more
well-known poems, as it has won many poetry contests. It was originally an
English assignment, but my teacher convinced me to enter it.
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