Oh Lady Oh Lady, how did you come to this profession, of overcooking vegetables and constant aggression?
School kids and the cafeteria patrons constantly poke fun at your food, which likely causes your unhappy mood.
Could it be your downtrodden thick white soled shoes, or that multicolored smock that gives you the blues?
Many of you seem to be to hot or too cold, from that time in your life that makes you feel old.
All of you seem, to have a lazy man, who you constantly complain about when the stuff hits the fan.
Your attitude is, as bad as your fries. Cold........limp.........and sagging, just like your eyes.
Try with your might, to be kind to your boss, who somehow managed to be part of your loss.
Then again maybe, it could be a good bet, to try to loosen up, that awful hair net.
-The Hospital Foodie
P.S. - you are welcome to make improvements to my poem, as you can tell it's been a hell of a week in lunch lady land.