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LUNCHBOXES!

Piccolo’s mum was a very good mum
Who always took good care of his tum
By giving him breakfast, snacks and tea
And a school lunch loaded carefully,
In a perfectly packed lunchbox.

Now Piccolo was an exceptional boy
Who was always careful to tidy his toys
And was nice to his sister, mum and dad,
Rarely ever making them mad;
Except over a lunchbox.

Piccolo carefully ate up his lunch
Of sandwiches, cheese, lettuce to crunch,
Muesli bars, cakes, and scones and jam,
Boiled eggs, celery or smoked ham;
And then he lost his lunchbox.

Searching the school from end to end
Piccolo almost went round the bend
And, in fact, though tough, he sat and cried
For there was nowhere it could hide;
His lost and missing lunchbox.

A worried young man was Piccolo
Thinking how angry his mum would grow.
He was surprised when his mother
Said “Oh dear!” and bought another
Lovely plastic lunchbox.

The very next day he took it to school
(Fluoro colours - really cool)
And ate his lunch, feeling proud,
In front of an admiring crowd.
Then he lost his lunchbox.

Piccolo’s mother’s eye was baleful
As she told him to be careful.
She almost went right over the top
Before she calmed and went to the shop
To buy another lunchbox.

Wednesday’s lunch was purple plums
And other stuff for growing tums.
He ate and then went to gym
But when he returned a chill struck him.
He’d lost another lunchbox!

Mother was ready to hear the tale
But said “Now Piccolo you must not fail
To bring the three missing lunchboxes back
Or else I’ll have to give you a smack;
To help you look after your lunchbox.”

Alas! That didn’t do the trick.
Although he recruited his friend Nick,
And Freckles, Pricklehead, Boof and Lurch
To help him in his careful search
He couldn’t find one lunchbox.

After looking and hunting all round
The buildings and the sporting grounds
That disappointing Thursday
Became an even worse day -
He lost another lunchbox.

Of the search, his very best friend Boof
Came and offered verbal proof
To Piccolo’s vexed and perplexed Mum
And saved him from spanking on the bottom
For more than one lost lunchbox.

The boarder was really very annoying
And looked as if he was enjoying
The joke when he said he’d heard telling
That Piccolo wasn’t losing but selling,
For a dollar a time, his lunchbox.

Mum didn’t think that it was funny
That all these lunchboxes cost her money
So she threw a very gay and arty,
Quickly arranged, Tupperware Party
So Piccolo could have a lunchbox.

Mum was brilliant in her very best dress
And the Tupperware show was a roaring success.
Being cautious in the midst of the fun
She took her prize in lunchboxes, twenty-one,
Lest her boy should lose his lunchbox.

She said to her friends “You never know.
These days, school lunchboxes tend to go.
It’s wise, nowadays to prepare
So thieves don’t catch one unaware,
And deprive one’s child of his lunchbox.”

You know, it was only four weeks and a day
Till those lunchboxes were spirited away.
Mother said to the Principal “This must stop.
It’s time you called the Adopt-a-Cop
To find my boy’s lunchboxes.”

The detectives questioned Piccolo
To find out anything he might know.
They even asked him “Did you sell? -
Tell us now, before the bell -
Your missing lunchboxes.

Piccolo really did not know,
Until he went to a Gardening Show,
And noticed a familiar colour
At the base of an exotic flower -
A clue to his missing lunchboxes.

The Police went into action, fast,
And caught the guilty crook at last
In his lair in a neighbouring suburb
Where they found under the Rhubarb
A stash of stolen lunchboxes.

The thief was a teacher at the school
Who owned up, and said “I’m a fool.
Piccolo’s lunchboxes were so cool
The colours made me break the rule
And steal every lunchbox.

The flowers I grow are really bright.
The lunchbox colours were just right,
And just the right sizes.
They helped me win prizes.
It was me that took your lunchboxes.

Sorry.”
And he paid for all the lunchboxes.

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