With the ring of the bell,
Comes a rush out of hell,
From every corner, they come,
And converge in haste,
A hungry army, with no time to waste.
First the sprinters,
Then the runners,
And the speed walkers alike,
To be first in line,
They put up a fight.
Chaos unfolds,
Barging, pushing, cutting in,
Desperate for their share,
It’s the lunchtime frenzy,
Of course nobody plays fair.
Like ants in a colony,
They swarm and strive,
In the lunch line,
We all know it’s a battle to survive.
Yet somehow, amidst the chaos,
A camaraderie is found,
As we all have been through war on this famous battleground.