A Snack Before Dinner
A snack before dinner
Just doesn’t seem right,
For it could diminish
A good appetite.
At least that’s the message
My mother would spout,
Which I took to heart when
No more than a sprout.
Those adages somehow
Don’t work anymore
Yet still, in my head
They are hard to ignore.
When I’m feeling hungry
And mealtime’s not yet
I’ll pop a few olives
So I don’t regret
Ignoring advice
That’s been etched into place.
Then at dinner, I won’t feel bad
Stuffing my face!
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