The cafeteria's neon glow, the mystery meat sits,
Students lined up, eyes locked onto the watery grits.
A daring first-year, not very bright, lifts up his tray, The worker, scowling, dishes a helping of watery whey.
The beanâsprout brownie, wilted and brown, Served a pickle like a small crown.
Sensing the ridicule, the cook erupts in a hissy fit,
"You're lucky-today's garnish is the janitor's spit."
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