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?’
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