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Array ( [sid] => 44056 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => School Custard [time] => 2004-04-20 14:12:01 [hometext] => like it or lump it [bodytext] => Sitting in the classroom, doing your work
Your mind constantly wandering, waiting for one o’clock
The bell rings loud, you know it’s time
To head to the dinner hall and wait in line

Standing in the queue, thinking what to eat
Mince and potatoes, or the soup with no meat
Your eyes glance over, to the bowls on the right
It’s the school custard, you squirm at the sight

The skin is so thick, brown at the edges
Lumps stick out, like potato wedges
A cake in the middle, sitting solid on top
Cannot entice you, to this yellow slop

Tomorrow you think, I’ll give this a miss
Go to the shops, get chips and some crisps
No more dinner hall, at the one o’clock bell
Finished with school dinners and the custard from hell

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School Custard

Contributed by parkman on Tuesday, 20th April 2004 @ 02:12:01 PM in AEST
Topic: Nostalgic

Sitting in the classroom, doing your work
Your mind constantly wandering, waiting for one o’clock
The bell rings loud, you know it’s time
To head to the dinner hall and wait in line

Standing in the queue, thinking what to eat
Mince and potatoes, or the soup with no meat
Your eyes glance over, to the bowls on the right
It’s the school custard, you squirm at the sight

The skin is so thick, brown at the edges
Lumps stick out, like potato wedges
A cake in the middle, sitting solid on top
Cannot entice you, to this yellow slop

Tomorrow you think, I’ll give this a miss
Go to the shops, get chips and some crisps
No more dinner hall, at the one o’clock bell
Finished with school dinners and the custard from hell

Copyright © parkman ... [ 2004-04-20 14:12:01]
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Re: School Custard (User Rating: 1 )
by lil_angel on Tuesday, 20th April 2004 @ 02:24:43 PM AEST
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Good write! This is well done!

Re: School Custard (User Rating: 1 )
by Remy on Tuesday, 20th April 2004 @ 02:38:52 PM AEST
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*sighs* ah sweet bliss, the entaglements of school and all it beholds... trust me, it rarely ends - even after school! ;0)
~Remy~

Re: School Custard (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 20th April 2004 @ 03:13:47 PM AEST
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Bah. I don't know which school you went to, but MY dinner lady always served up fantastically tasty custard. I like custard skin, by the way . . .

Good poem.
Much enjoyed reading it.
Made me hungry . . . for custard.

Re: School Custard (User Rating: 1 )
by arden on Tuesday, 20th April 2004 @ 04:01:15 PM AEST
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lol i found this really funny. i like the way you made it all rhyme, perfect.
i loved it well done.
Arden

Re: School Custard (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 20th April 2004 @ 04:11:41 PM AEST
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you've got me nostalgic now i never ate school dinners i used to spend my dinner money on cigarettes and sell them to the kids who smoked (10p each a good mark up in 1980!) good write liked your style.

wildej.

Re: School Custard (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 20th April 2004 @ 05:48:35 PM AEST
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Ewwww, I never had lumpy custard unless there was fruit in it. Think I would have gone hungry first. No fruits to survive on????? Sounds like that school need a new dietician.
Funny piece here.

Rita

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