In a steaming cafeteria
Works a seeming maid, Bysteria,
Wreathed in smells and tepid vapors,
Scowls and frowns at students' capers.
Poor of aim, she dabs and spatters
Gobs of food on outstretched platters,
While she sings, this humdrum scullion,
As she slings her hot slum-gullion:
With a slip, slap, slop,
I serve my hash and goo:
With a drip, drap, drop,
It spills all over you.
Potatoes, asparagus, spinach and peas, Tomatoes and cabbage, spaghetti and cheese:
I dip 'em and sling 'em--
My title is "Goo
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