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!