School Lunch Poems | Examples
These School Lunch poems are examples of Lunch poems about School. These are the best examples of Lunch School poems written by international poets.
Mrs Peeck and husband Clem
provide refuge from my family home
No hugs but felt the love
had no children of their own
Afternoon tea of homemade bread
blackcurrant jam and scalded cream
Home grown fruits preserved in Fowlers jars
a meal at night, silver beet was cooked with steam
Unannounced I'd come to stay
overnight a comfy bed
Dream about old cars and bellows
found in Clems machinery shed
Next day home made lunch was packed
down the hill backto school through long blades of grass
Mrs Peeck we'd ask her age
a question that she'd always pass
Footnote: For those who are interested there is an on line recipe for scalded cream (clotted cream)
The cream I refer to was from a house cow milked by hand
Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
No longer a staple of school lunches.
Too many children with allergies.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Seagull follows school of fish
Lunch duty is never a delightful experience if you ask me.
Maybe if it is a bunch of children from kindergarten, second or first.
When it is fourth, fifth and sixth grade, a nightmare it can be.
If I was working in a middle school, I bet it might be worse.
The children are tired of talking not a whit throughout the day.
They have a difficult time getting themselves under control.
I have attempted to get their attention every which way.
They enjoy the atmosphere, while my eyes try not to roll.
I just had duty with another teacher who likes to play.
She gets them excited and happy and a bit louder I swear.
Then she wants them to shut down instantly her way.
It would be easier if I did duty alone, but do I dare?
They sit at the lunch tables together….alone……seeking the sustenance of acceptance.
John g. Lawless
©8/21/2019
He is eleven, big bright blue eyes, pale, unfreckled skin, lighter hair than most.
Not allowed to eat with other eleven-year-olds.
Due to past and semi-present behaviors
So he eats with the counselor, me.
Today during lunch his deepest of the deep voice came out suddenly.
THESE FRIES MAKE ME MAD.
I burst out laughing.
He is in a silly billy mood, not turned to me, but looking away.
I notice his cheeks are puffing up, in a happy way.
“You are not mad at all,” I tell him.
His smile gets bigger, but he does not reply.
He is relishing in the individual attention I give him.
Even more delighted when I call him out on stuff like this.
Showing him we are both lone wolves and fearless.