Farina
When I was young, on winter days
If it was really cold,
My mother made farina
(Which is healthy, I am told).
The bowl, when placed in front of me,
Was steaming hot and full
And likely many people
Would be tempted by its pull.
But I was not among them,
For each spoonful was a chore.
I ate until I hit a lump
And then would eat no more.
I still won’t try farina,
Oatmeal, porridge or the like.
If those were all my choices,
I’d begin a hunger strike.
My breakfast needs a bagel
Or a muffin or some cake.
A bowl of something mushy
Served to me? A huge mistake!
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