School Dinners

Small pink worms wriggle,
And something purple jiggles,
Rotting eyeballs roll around,
A mysterious gloop forms a mound,
The mash potato has turned blue,
And theres something there which looks like poo,
Theres somthing still alive in there,
And a bit of cooks long hair,
It looks like it’s come out the bin,
rather than a nice food tin,
I wish I could skip school lunch,
And not sit here in this dump!