Me Picky
Picky? Heavens, I’m certainly not.
I just ate pigs feet out of the pot.
French fries are a bit yucky, so I don’t eat them,
But I’m ready to try a little crème’ de’la Cream.
Potato salad? Ugh! Not for me.
Just give me some turkey breast to go with my tea.
Turkey is actually the only meat I’ll try.
The other stuff makes me want to cry.
I don’t like the look, the taste, or the smell
Of any kind of fruit jelly or apple jell
After taking a food test on Facebook, I soon found.
Better feed me Apple Pie, it’s the only edible thing in town.
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