The Sandwich by Joshua Seigal
My mum
made me a sandwich
for the
school trip.
She
wrapped it up neatly
and left
it in the fridge
with a picture
of a heart
and a
little smiley face.
At lunchtime
our teacher said
we could
go to the café.
I love my
mum, but I like
chicken more
than egg
so I
bought a chicken sandwich
and threw
my mum’s one in the bin.
“How was
the museum?”
asked mum
when I got home.
“And how
was the egg sandwich?”
“Yeah,
good thanks” I replied.
So she
gave me a kiss
and I
went up to my room
and I lay
down on my bed,
thinking about
chickens and eggs.
Questions
(1)
How
would you describe my mum in this poem?
(2) Why didn’t I eat my
mum’s sandwich?
(3)
Did
I do anything wrong? (If yes, why? and if no, why not?)
