Feelings About My Food

Carrots for breakfast, carrots for lunch, Carrots for dinner, crunch, baby, crunch. What are your immediate feelings about soup on a plate? Vegetable and broccoli potato are both well worth a wait. Don’t gag on the mushrooms, You big ugly buffoons. Crunch them up meticulously slowly, and good luck, Don’t be afraid of disease, though they’re grown in the muck. Pudding for dessert, Who would, you blurt. Oh, sorry, I mean, what’s that you say? You could eat pudding any ole’ day? Enjoy your leisurely dine, And eat your pudding refined. Chocolate, caramel and pistachio. They are all stirred up warmly nice and slow. Delicious delicacies on paper is a poet’s go-to write, Everyone loves to think about taking an enormously tasty bite. Spaghetti, pizza, meat loaf too. All main dishes for me and you. Hamburger, egg salad, smeary and good. I’d eat it all up and be completely satisfied if I could.