With every day, a different meal
Presents itself to eat
The wonderousness of catering
Has made my joy complete
The lunches are from who knows where
It seems quite rude to ask
But seemingly on every day
Events are someone’s task
And when they’re left with extra food
They send it all downstairs
Where those who know about the spot
Will around noon repair
Sometimes a sandwich tray greets us
Sometimes some pasta sauce
Sometimes the Mexican buffet
Sometimes we’re at a loss
Consistency is not a thing
In break room’s gourmet meals
But for the price I’m paying, well
Free lunch is quite the steal