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Ode to the Lunch Lady - Submitted Jane Broberg
We toil and sweat in the middle school kitchen.
With laughter, tears, and even some bitchin... Is it the generous pay you ask? Why heavens no, please pass the flask. We ove our jobs for many a reason. But #1 is the summertime season! The smells, the clatter and constant chatter And the children's smiles are what really matter. Ovens wafting with the smell of homemade bread, Or do you prefer the aroma of chocolate chip cookies instead? Chicken nuggets, spaghetti and sloppy Joes, To find out kitchen, just follow your nose. The government would like to spoil our fun, Their ever changing rules have us under the gun. What temp did you say the pizza should be? What size scoop goes in the peas? Bruises, cuts and too many burns, When it comes to these we all take turns, Shredded fingernails and aching feet, Without these, our day wouldn't be complete. We feel we have the best job there could ever be, Because we work with such wonderful ladies you see! Submitted to me by someone who wished to be anonymous. |
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