The cafeteria being as quiet as a library, was as weird as snow on the Fourth of July.
Not only was the cafeteria quiet but still as a desert.
But that didn't last long, like shattered rain showers, on a sunny day.
One scream of "FOOD FIGHT!", started chaos like bombing a war front.
Food was shoot across the room, like paint balls in a paint ball fight.
Food hit students, like heavy water balloons.
But everything ceased, soon as the principal stepped in, like a sergeant in the military.
Punishments were heavy as 3 tons.
And that's the tale of a food fight, severe as a massacre.
This is my first hyperbole.