Go, Fish! a Poetic Relating of Foods Percolating

We stood there in the line for lunch,
And suddenly, I had a hunch.
The tuna salad purgative
Soon made me quite regurgitive.

I ate it with a dainty spoon,
But I regretted that quite soon
And sprinted, panicked, down the hall
To kneel inside a vacant stall.

My classmates taunted, while I retched,
And then the principal, they fetched.
She stumbled in, with pail and mop,
And said, "I never eat that slop!"

My punishment was clear to see,
As many students whooped in glee,
But others joined me in the loo.
They had the tuna salad too.

The greatest lesson learned at school
Is, "Tossing cookies isn't cool."
So walk right by the mystery meat
That smells like soccer players' feet.

And now I make my lunch myself
From PBJ, right off the shelf.
Lunch lady, that stuff's sure to sicken,
And, no, it does not taste like chicken!