Lunch Lady

Oh woe is me!
Waiting in the line
looking at my food-
all crumbled and caved in-
resembling such as sponge.
All I want to do is yell and scream
like a five year old
having her favorite kind of tantrum
Especially about
mushy
gushy
sticky
icky
yucky
cafeteria food.
But I can't.
She scares me-
the lunch lady that
looks like a
man.

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Yay lunch! And lunch ladies! Random poem from poetry class. Enjoy!

-Seras Nova