Heh. when I was in high school, we always managed to have 'fresh cooked greens' for lunch the day after they mowed the lawns. ;o)
At the youth camp where I go,
Things are getting pretty old
Silver thread adorns the butter.
And the bread is gray with mold.
When the dog died we had hot dogs,
When the cat died, catnip tea.
When the cook dies, I shall leave there,
Spare ribs are too much for me.