Pb and J - a poem by Connor
Thanks to Connor Murphy for this contribution! Trigger Warning: This poem briefly alludes to violent imagery. Pb and J Lunchtime for Us A little before midday Finally, we can laugh and play! Today is special, we think it’s true. All our lunch boxes are red, white and blue! They tell us this experience is brand new, But I remember hearing about it, don’t you? Our hunger cannot be held at bay We open our bags and jump into the fray To feast our eyes on the most glorious Pb and J! We tuck our napkins in our necks Cloth, close to our chests A pristine Pb-proof vest. Before we take a bite We remember how to do the prayer; “If you please, Hug your knees And bow your head Under a table or chair.” We call this the Hibernating Bear! “Stop! Something isn’t right!” Someone yells, giving us a fright! “The J is spread too light!” Another one of us says, with not much delight; “Yeah, my J is too heavy! To lift it, takes all my might!” Sandwiches in hand, we march to the cafeteria door, Rata t