Lunch face
The lunch bag beggar has borrow
Written all over his kisser
Where there used to be a frown

You can eat with your hands or use your feet
Just stick your head in a bowl
There’ll be plenty of salads and snacks and pies and
Plenty of custard sugar rolls
There’ll be pizza and popcorn and peanuts and pastries and
Plenty of stuff like that
Eat all the best and puke up the rest
And run home to change your pants

Luncheon