Christmas Dinner at School
Sicking up a sixpence
hidden in a pud
dirty, filthy tanner
I do not think they should
Apparently tradition
and good luck for the child
but I had choked and heaved it up,
custard-slopped and bile’d
“It’s yours to keep” said teacher
giving it a wipe:
“I’d rather just go home, miss
I do not need this tripe”
Friends paused in unsure envy
and at snaffling it they baulked
It couldn’t be more creepy
if the head on it had talked
Keep your filthy tanner
sick sixpence, slipped and slicked
And sobbing with a stammer,
here’s a spoon and plate
not licked