There’s silence from the Tuck Shop,
And silence from the sod,
Who promised food for Oriel.
His name is Hamish Dodd.
He made a speech with candied words;
He smiled and won the crowd,
But then the silence settled in,
A monstrous, empty sound.
Oh fuck the tuck AND Hamish Dodd,
You led us all astray.
You promised sweets and tasty treats
And chocolate bars for days.
Instead we’re left an empty fridge
And shelves that gather dust.
We hear no sound from Hamish Dodd.
There’s silence from the tuck.
“Wait!” I shout, “there’s still some time!
And I would make the bet:
The bitter taste you left behind
May still be sweetened yet…”
Editor’s note: published with permission from Hamish Dodd