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A Tale of Empty Shells

Hungry,
Thirsty,
Starving,
Come on bell ring!
Counting down
Hours,
Minutes,
Seconds,
FINALLY!!!
Lunch begins.
I hope for something good.
Lines form
Find my spot
Secretly cut
Wait,
Wait,
Anxious!!!
Almost to the front
I look for what we‘re having…….
STUFFED SHELLS!!!!!
Excitement sets in,
I think of the warm,
Soft,
Delicious,
Cheese. Inside of
Soft,
Warm,
Shells.
Grab my plate
Two Shells that all I get,
Cough up the cash,
Hunt for a seat,
Find one.
Sit with friends,
Begin to dig in,
STOP!!!
Say a prayer.
Begin again.
First shell
Perfect,
Warm,
And delicious.
Second shell
I start to cut
Into it
Wait for cheese to ooze out….
…….
…….
nothing.
Nothing!
NOTHING!!!
WHAT!!!
Stuffed Shells with no Stuff!!!
This is an outrage!
Anger strikes me.
I must protest.
I’ll write the Principal, no
the Mayor, no
the Governor, no
Congress, NO!!!
I’ll write the President!!!
I will tell him of my stuffed shells,
and those lunch ladies will wish they lived in hell!!





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