Shenanigans With Food

There’s one likes bread and butter,

One likes jam the most,

Another abhors buttered anything,

Preferring driest toast.

One discovered Oreos,

Now, all crave this little treat,

Making breakfast, lunch and dinner,

Is, for me, a feat

Of remembering little quirks they have

Then ignoring most of them.

I don’t have time for faddy eaters,

It makes me count to ten.

Shenanigans with food’s a pain,

I remind my little people,

There’s your breakfast, pack your lunch,

No Oreos, an apple.

‘There’s children starving in this world,’

I sometimes say, to blame,

Their answers vary. One has said,

‘Can you send my sprouts to them?’


7 thoughts on “Shenanigans With Food”

  1. Well, you gotta admit, Sprouts is an acquired taste…did not like them until I was an adult…lol. Now spinach, THAT was Popeye food so of course I ate it, I looked like Olive Oil…hehe


  2. Children have the best logic. But yeah, picky eaters are not fun! They make for not-so-nice dining companions as adults if they are overly picky.


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