Come read the news, get the lunch menu blues.
They’ve posted it here in the hall.
How nasty and crude to claim it as food
When the smell of it makes my skin crawl!
Monday is stew from lunch lady Lou
Or mystery slop surprise.
If you aint brown baggin’ yer sure to be gaggin’
This glop is unfit for flies!
Tuesday is ham straight from a can,
Aged for ten years or more.
It’s not good for eatin’ but great for competin’
In food fights I watch this stuff soar.
Wednesday is fish, some specialty dish,
I won’t advise eatin’ alone.
Although it’s been fried, last week my friend died,
From choking to death on a bone.
Thursdays & Fridays bring various things,
Like sloppy joes, liver and rice.
But most kids are bettin’ the meat that they’re gettin
Is comin’ from stray cats and mice.
Thal Dixon
2002
