The Lunch Lady
The lunch lady in my school
was an eccentric silly fool.
She cooked some yucky things for me
like fried leaves from a tree.
She roasted a lion's little cub,
and fried a beetle's little grub.
She poured some flies into my soup,
and asked me to eat her puppy’s poop.
I pushed away the dishes because they smell;
I chanted a weird and powerful spell.
"Alabumy bada randy sanderay,
Come to life and run away."
And so the table came to life,
after I count from one to five.
And chased the poor old lunch lady away,
I do not need to eat my lunch that day.
-- by Gloson
Teh
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