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Sorry if any Dinner ladies out there take offence. It's just a bit of humour. can't seem to please anyone these days. oh brother.

School Dinners

The prime objective of school dinners
Must have been to make them taste as awful as possible
Too runny or to thick
Aesthetically disgusting 
And the result was they make you gag and sick.

The screwed up faces in the dining hall
Said it all
But you were made to eat it by our ever watchful
Captures
And had no choice at all.

The mashed potatoes were like cement
And I'd never seen green carrots before
The sausages must have been made of sawdust
Picked up off the floor.

The gravy was always full of lumps
The tea cakes fill of flies
Every term they'd be a few less of us
And it was rumoured that they'd be poisoned and died.

Desert was no better
The trifle was like a bowl of sick
The cookies were so hard they'd break your teeth
And you had to chip away at them with a pick.

Tapioca pudding we called it frog spawn
Or jellied eyes
I once put some in a teachers brief case
And when he opened it he got a big surprise.

It was like some dark scene from the movie
Oliver But no one ever asked for more
They were to busy being sick
Behind the toilet door'

Still as the saying goes, ''School days are the best days of our lives''.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Ward Avatar
May 17, 2015 at 7:02 AM
That brings back my school days... We had something we called gristle pie! // 7 // Julia, :)
Dome Avatar
May 17, 2015 at 8:00 AM
Thank you Julia. Gristle pie, why am I not surprised. school dinners were yuk. thank you for stopping by. take good care. Pete.
Allison Avatar
May 15, 2015 at 8:11 AM
this made me laugh out loud Peter - I will never forget a lad throwing up in his dinner - it was cottage pie - the thought of eating it now turns my stomach lol:-( Hugs Jan xx 7 xx
Allison Avatar
May 16, 2015 at 6:15 AM
eww egg custard - vile - hubby loves it I detest it - school dinners - ugh!:-) hugs jan xx
Dome Avatar
May 16, 2015 at 3:51 AM
Glad it made you laugh. I remember once at primary school nearly being sick eating egg custard. The teacher made me stand in a corner facing a wall. and for some reason was so angry with me. Don't know if his mum was a dinner lady. but I still hate egg custard toiday, yuk. Tnk you. best wishes. Pete.
Smith Avatar
May 15, 2015 at 7:07 AM
Lol....the stuff they tried to pass off as nutritious back in the day. They would be protesting today.
Dome Avatar
May 16, 2015 at 3:54 AM
Ha ha. so true Tom. even the pigs wouldn't eat it. It was like being on some kind of Japanese game show, the objective who can eat the most disgusting food to the end is the winner. Great to hear from you. take good care. thank you. Pete.
Smith Avatar
May 15, 2015 at 7:06 AM
Lol....the stuff they tried to pass off as nutritious back in the day. They would be protesting today.
Andresen Avatar
May 15, 2015 at 3:40 AM
- Sounds like food for pigs :))) - No school dinner in my time - Homemade food package .... drinking milk from a plastic bottle - Reading your poem with a smile, Peter - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Dome Avatar
May 15, 2015 at 3:46 AM
Sounds more sensible, at least you knew what you got. we wasn't always sure if it run away off our lare at times. thank you so much my friend. hope you are ok. uhhmmm homemade food. yummy. take good care. best wishes. Pete.
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