Panic At the Food Bank
Panic at the food bank where people are numeric
Disorderly behaviour brought wildly hysteric
Fits of frenzied actions triggering great fear
pushing, shoving all around with piercing screams in ear.
The lady was in queue as were the rest of us then
suddenly her water broke and oh my gosh- the fuss!
Now all are fine back in line and many are impressed
how ideal the babies meal made from mothers’ breast.
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