LUNCH TRADING

 

 

My mom woke up sick before school yesterday
Dad said we were in for a treat.
Little did I know when he made me my lunch
‘Stead of Ding Dongs I got pickled pigs feet.

Though trading of lunches is expressly forbidden
I thought I would give it a try.
But I understand now why we’re told not to switch
My first trade got me nothing but flies.

Bert gave me dirt
From his moldy red shirt.

The germs I could see
Don’t appeal much to me.

I traded the germs
And got nothing but worms.

Sam traded jam
Spread on pieces on Spam.

I got slugs full of bugs
From my new best friend Doug.

Got a sack full of poo
From a buddy named Lou.

Next morn I woke early to see how mom was
It’s not that I don’t love my dad.
But he’s better at fixing the roof and the car
While with lunches he’s really quite bad.