Mrs Oakley’s lunchbox
Today in Mrs Oakley’s lunchbox there is something that looks like a brown and crumbly rectangle.
It’s as flaky as a Cadbury’s flake blowing in the wind.
It feels as crunchy as a sweaty sock that’s been left to dry in the sun.
Just like a dry old sock it feels harder than Mrs Oakley’s cast.
It smells like a field of wheat and dry like a desert.
I hope you have a better dinner tonight, Mrs Oakley!