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I go to the smelly dinner hall
The boy infront of me so tall His bottom reaches the end of my nose Somebody get the hose He needs to be hosed down I trip over his leg so long i fall down The dinner lady so rudely asked me You need to stand up you silly I go to look at the double choice menu Happily i say i want to have this please thank you No your not allowed to have it So wait a minute I'm a child in school I aint trying to be cool But its a double choice menu and i don't get to choose the food i want to eat I'm an egg that can't be beat I don't wanna eat egg Rather on my nose i hang a peg The dinner ladies so mean The meat so lean The potato undercooked so is the veg I flee to Jamie OLiver to pledge I exist my stool And the dinner hall to be pelted by the cool what a fool The leader so proud and cool The dinner lady so not cool What idiots every time i trip or fall They don't know first aid was it my fault it dripped so bad and it stained the carpet down art hall Vote for this poem
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