Post by bacon on Jan 12, 2006 18:10:43 GMT -5
Every morning we entered the lunchroom,
stepping with pace.
And we saw the lunch ladies,
their hair-nets a disgrace.
After grabbing a tray,
we'd walk down the long, long line,
when suddenly a lunch lady would grab the food shouting,
"Hey, that's mine!"
We'd walk down that long, long asile,
stepping with haste,
until coming upon the milk section,
covered in paste.
We'd approach the counter,
our pace covered milk in hand,
check it out,
looking at the lunchroom wasteland.
The seats were rotten,
made mostly of wheat,
and we'd take a seat,
on that rotten stool and eat.
And then one day,
a food clash erupted and began.
A big ole lunch lady,
hits its initiator with a frying pan.
The food fight continued,
the mango juice spread,
while yellow and white honey mustard,
decorated all's heads.
And on it went,
with some flying turkey,
some egg rolls rolling,
and of course some beef jerky.
But then we turned our attention,
to the man making a fuss,
and after a quick spin,
we realized it was Principal Gus.
It was the big cheese himself,
old Princi'pal'.
Obviously, he told us,
"Go get some towels."
Scrubbing and mopping,
was our job now.
Before leaving, Principal Gus said,
"Happy Chow."
When suddenly I woke up,
from this interesting dream,
and then sat upright,
bursting with a terrified scream.
And so now I know,
of the work lunch ladies pledge,
and of Principal Gus,
I sit on edge.
They put in a lot of work,
and even more dedication,
and so I believe we owe them,
our appreciation.
end
stepping with pace.
And we saw the lunch ladies,
their hair-nets a disgrace.
After grabbing a tray,
we'd walk down the long, long line,
when suddenly a lunch lady would grab the food shouting,
"Hey, that's mine!"
We'd walk down that long, long asile,
stepping with haste,
until coming upon the milk section,
covered in paste.
We'd approach the counter,
our pace covered milk in hand,
check it out,
looking at the lunchroom wasteland.
The seats were rotten,
made mostly of wheat,
and we'd take a seat,
on that rotten stool and eat.
And then one day,
a food clash erupted and began.
A big ole lunch lady,
hits its initiator with a frying pan.
The food fight continued,
the mango juice spread,
while yellow and white honey mustard,
decorated all's heads.
And on it went,
with some flying turkey,
some egg rolls rolling,
and of course some beef jerky.
But then we turned our attention,
to the man making a fuss,
and after a quick spin,
we realized it was Principal Gus.
It was the big cheese himself,
old Princi'pal'.
Obviously, he told us,
"Go get some towels."
Scrubbing and mopping,
was our job now.
Before leaving, Principal Gus said,
"Happy Chow."
When suddenly I woke up,
from this interesting dream,
and then sat upright,
bursting with a terrified scream.
And so now I know,
of the work lunch ladies pledge,
and of Principal Gus,
I sit on edge.
They put in a lot of work,
and even more dedication,
and so I believe we owe them,
our appreciation.
end