The Vicious Fight

A Monday it was, to school I was reluctant to go

I wore my shoes, packed my lunch,

Since everything I did was sleepily slow,

My van driver gave me a punch

As I arrived at school, I let out a groan

The first-period maths as mundane as it was

My teacher taught interests and loans,

While my friends and I played catch and toss

Finally it was our short break,

I opened my box but it was sealed tight

Open, open for god's sake!

The lunchbox and me, a vicious fight

All my friends came to help,

The lunchbox, not a soul could open

"Together", I made a frisky yelp,

Oh, my sweet and tasty tiffin!

We attempted to open it together,

When it did not work, we banged it on the table,

It slid open like a light feather,

Oh, my disgusting, terrible rival!

Relieved and happy, I opened my box,

"Upma!" I made a sad cry

Oh, you cunning, cunning fox!

Upma after all our tries.