The Vending MachineA Poem by George David Hope
THE VENDING MACHINE
In a canteen factory stands a single vending machine That once so full of goodies But now the shelves are clean Gone are all the sandwiches No more pasta pots All the chocolate bars now eaten And soft drink empty slots Apart from a lonely yogurt Rejected both night and day People spin the carousel But no one dares to stay It stands there hoping to tempt Wishing for some to take a chance But they all want something else Never giving it a second glance Doing it's best to look so fruity Sitting all alone on it's shelf Why don't you give me a try I'm oh so good for your health No one wants this yoghurt It's still within it's best buy date There's nothing more that it can do is just sit there and wait
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