yang zheng - School's Food

Yuck! Gross! I won't eat that <br />this food looks like a run over rat <br />it’s green and gross, kind of icky, <br />it smells like a sewer and is really sticky. <br /> <br />Nasty meat cooked half-way through <br />I think my face is turning blue, <br />I think this soup is twelve years old. <br />The fries aren't fried, they're still cold! <br /> <br />We know the school isn’t rich, <br />But they can’t give us cold dish.<br /><br />yang zheng<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/school-s-food-2/