My Lunch

I sat down with my bag of chips

And brought them up to my lips

I cherished the delicious flavors

That my tongue brought me to savor

I felt the sweet saltiness of its taste

And the barbeque twang was interlaced

I swallowed the mush of its zesty crunch

And looked down at the rest of my lunch

There was a sandwich laying in my brown bag

In the middle of the pb and j there lay a flag

I brought the mushy sandwich up for a bite

But a dripping blob of jelly caught my sight

I stuck out my tongue and had a lick

And then relished the gooyness for a bit

When this was done, I was of immense thirst

But my discovery found my juice box burst

I let out a curse and found my pretzels soaked

And the smell that came out caused me to choke

I threw this in the cafeteria trash and got my fruit

Little green grapes that were plenteous and minute

I popped them into my mouth in sequential order

Once finished I remembered my bag's disorder

This disappointment was just too hard for me

So I picked up my container and threw it at a tree

Out spilled fine looking, soft green pickles

And I cried at the thought of my emotions so fickle

Some stared, others walk away, but I had fruit snacks

I took them out and leaned against the tree to relax

Placing them in order of color and deliciousness I began

I looked at each pile and then laid out my game plan

First green, no purple, then green, then red

Then yellow, then orange, then blue I said

I placed each carefully inside my mouth, to prolong the taste

Once done I hurried over to my bag with haste

Alas the final item of my lunch was untouched

I picked it up and into my hands it was clutched

It was a little sticky so this quite an awkward scene

But inside the wrapping my little brownie was clean

I placed the brown delight inside my mouth wide open

And the taste of this brown beauty left me in awe, outspoken

Tears formed down my face as I felt it go down my throat

And at this moment my heaping stomach began to bloat

I ran to the bathroom crying many tears down my cheeks

And ran into a few people letting out pitiful shrieks

For I knew the sad, sad truth that was my poor plea

It would be a whole day until another lunch would satisfy me

Author's Note

Sometimes lunch is a serious thing

Reviews

[Hyatt Vincent]

Hahaha i love it! Made me laugh lol its so funny and creative. tht poor kid goes thru hell w/ his lunch haha