The child in the the gallery cafe Was underwhelmed by her 'Children's Lunchbox'
She sneered peeling wafer thin Ham out from between bleach White bread
Stares despairingly at the Cardboard, itself adorned with Animal iconography for her Enjoyment
She feels patronised and no Longer hungry Pushing both the apple and juice Box tumbling to the floor She makes for the door Her mother still unaware I have a duty to alert her But I just watch She bursts out onto the Street as I reach for her Juicebox