Picky Eaters

This poem was inspired by Dr. Mehta's poem on Childhood Obesity. Our Mom made us sit and sit Until we’d eaten every bit She said “there’s starving kids in China Africa and Asia Mina” We kids said then send it to ‘em Broccoli, spinach – we don’t do ‘em But Mom, she would have none of that So all us kids just sat and sat Until our Mom just shook her head Said “you’re finished – go to bed” Then we all stood up one by one Thinking all that we had won But truth be told, we didn’t beat her No we all are picky eaters So many things we just won’t taste Picky eaters – such a waist Mdailey 5/25/11 And before you draw my attention to the spelling of waist – it was intended as most of us picky eaters tend to go for meat and potatoes that go right to our waist. But I guess could have used waste as well in that last line.