Picky

Picky child I was before & still am as I’m writing this picky, petite poem – I am different now…I’ve changed for the better, though it was a challenging chore Clever and cheery teenager I am in the present and past, getting used to foods I once didn’t adore Kangaroos hop with hope happily, tigers hunt wildly & sneakily, cats meow for people food & to receive a feel-good rub (independent, little & companion-like), dogs yap for attention (dependent, little & big buddies), ants gather & work, flies hover around a heap of droppings, debris & remains/deceased bodies, hyenas attack & laugh their tails off, wolves get into their private packs, fish swim playfully with the family, gofers barrel & eat up the veggies from my garden, cheetahs run at full speed, finches chirp their childish, changing-up-the-tune chants, dutiful dolphins go with the wave’s ascending & descending flow, rabbits hop & chew on carrots cheerfully, lions RAWR & laze around on fields of golden grace, bears huddle with cubs & hide in solitary, dark caves, enormous elephants eloquently walk about on the African, swaying savannas & tons of terrains much like California in some sense, lambs graze in their field-of-a-maze, looking eagerly for their shepherd, lizards explore, roaches scatter around on the kitchen & bathroom floor, bedbugs bite for the sake of their sick appetite, etc. ; is there something new to learn every night and day? (The answer is yes by deh way) I guess I have to do some research and explore some more on these subjects – that’s my next chillaxing, cool chore! Yet, I still go back to my picky, old, childlike, yet innocent habits – picking foods that I cherish most and I implore for more scrumptious dishes that I can hardly ignore & boast about it more and more till my mouth becomes sore! SCORE! (means SUCCESS!, I nailed it, or other definitions behind it)