The Mystery Box
My lunch for school’s a mystery box and here’s the reason why:
I cannot guess just what’s inside, however hard I try.
There’s something different every day: Mum treats it as a game.
The only thing I’m sure about: no day will be the same.
If Monday’s roll has Vegemite, then Tuesday’s might have jam.
A sandwich made for Wednesday’s lunch might well be beef or ham.
On Thursday then, a salad wrap could be the big surprise,
But one school lunch on Friday something shocking met my eyes:
My mystery box was oozing with a greenish-yellow trickle!
There must have been a mix-up with Dad’s favourite: cheese and pickle!
While Dad enjoyed my peanut paste spread on his bread with honey,
My sandwich had an awful taste. Don’t laugh. It wasn’t funny!
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #32
Monty says: I didn’t like pickle at all as a child and would have been horrified to find it in my school lunch.