Best Picky Poems
This poem was inspired by Dr. Mehta's poem on Childhood Obesity.
Our Mom made us sit and sit
Until we’d eaten every bit
She said “there’s starving kids in China
Africa and Asia Mina”
We kids said then send it to ‘em
Broccoli, spinach – we don’t do ‘em
But Mom, she would have none of that
So all us kids just sat and sat
Until our Mom just shook her head
Said “you’re finished – go to bed”
Then we all stood up one by one
Thinking all that we had won
But truth be told, we didn’t beat her
No we all are picky eaters
So many things we just won’t taste
Picky eaters – such a waist
Mdailey 5/25/11
And before you draw my attention to the spelling of waist – it was intended as most
of us picky eaters tend to go for meat and potatoes that go right to our waist. But I
guess could have used waste as well in that last line.
Picky, Tricky and Sticky
You were so picky
Wrapping up gifts was tricky
Use nothing sticky.
Jim Horn
My Gift wrapping haiku.
He passed on turkey, passed on ham
and even on Mom’s candied yams!
He passed, for sure, on salad greens
and carrots, peas and lima beans!
He passed on Mom’s best home-baked bread
and cheeses ready to be spread.
The gravy and the mashed potatoes:
Those he passed on - and tomatoes.
Mom then served desserts; we knew
he’d pass on pie and ice cream too!
But for fruit JELLO, the small brat
yelled, “Mom, please pass me ALL of that!”
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)
being fed rubbish
remember there is no spoon
it's all in your head
5/29/18
The two giraffes lean over and lick.
Well, this is not the dinner we pick.
How about chocolate cake?
It is easy to make.
You make it with leaves, dirt, and a stick!
Once knew a girl named Vicky
She was an eater so picky
Till one fine day
Humble pie she ate
With homeless kids from the city
coffee
It's bitter.
PepsiCola
Too Sweet
Diet Cola
Terrible After Taste
Lemonade
It depends on who makes it
Sweet tea
Yuk.
Regular tea
Only when it's hot,
and I am picky
about the brand
Alcoholic beverages
Watch me throw up
Okay water it is
Smooth, cold, crisp
clean water
But out of the tap please
No bottled junk for me.
Some say I’m picky.
I say I’m not.
I won’t eat raw noodles out of the pot,
But watch me scarf them down when they’re piping hot.
Wait a second.
I change my mind.
Today I don’t like noodles.
Some say I’m crazy.
I say that’s true.
I do not care if any of my clothes match, or my shoes.
I don’t even care if I have shoes at all.
Ouch! Oh, that hurt!
I change my mind.
Today I want my shoes, and quickly!
Some say I’m spoiled.
I have to agree, sometimes I am.
I’m spoiled with the amount of people I call my friends.
I’m spoiled with the number of people I call family, or clan.
Wait a second?
You say you’re related to me?
Today, I’m not adding any relatives, sorry.
I used to love to pick my nose.
After 3,
Better than playing with my toes.
With a nose you see,
Each little crevasse has a surprise for me!
A goober,
A booger.
Nothing I would find amiss.
Cleanest nose in town,
Until Momma was around.
Momma said, "Don't pick your nose,
You might get it on my hose!
There are not gold doubloons in there,
Just goobers and boogers.
Perhaps a bit of hair."
But that's the whole point!
My boogers and goobers,
Are my snacks at night!
Mommas in bed.
It's dark,
No one will see.
Just me and my nose,
Boogers and goobers are free!
I do not like peanut butter, potatoes, cheese or chocolate said Hugh
To other foods I suggested, he rapidly replied “ooooh”.
I could tell by face, they were not a favorite in any way.
This was an eye-opener for me, his grandma, this day.
He was supposed to stay with us a week what could I do?
No foods in my cupboards would appeal to young Hugh
What is in your refrigerator? My cousin Louise asked me.
Brownies, cake mixes, potatoes, cheeses and a large cooky.
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.
If I was hungry I would devour that creepy thing I think.
It is something tasty that crawled out of my sink
You don’t even know what it is my friend says.
She is persnickety and picky, my pal Inez.
Look at its legs, I reply. They look tickly tasty.
Not so fast! Says the crawler. Let’s not be hasty!
Inez says “I never eat food that speaks to me.”
“I will make an exception,” I say, “That thing is free.”
Inez is not as choosy as I thought that she was.
I begin bathing the sink creature, fluffing his fuzz.
"Wait!" the crawly thing says. “That brush is too short for me!”
The second I stop, he scuttles down the drain to flee.
My sister's so picky 'bout what she'll eat.
Her food quirks are annoying and offbeat.
At breakfast and lunch
or Saturday brunch
we all roll our eyes and admit defeat!
His Momma always thought that she'd go first.
Her health it appears had been terminally cursed.
Her dog was a great source of comfort for her.
Picky was her baby all would concur.
Picky was her constant loving companion,
never leaving Momma's side when she was bed ridden.
Momma always thought Picky would be there by her bedside
up to that final day when Picky's last kiss would kiss his Momma good bye,
but Picky got ill. Soon after, Picky died.
Understandably Picky's Momma was heartbroken.
Picky's Momma's last day would not be shared with him,
but had Picky seen his Momma be the first to depart,
most certainly soon after Picky would have died of a broken heart.
Picky devoted his entire life to you
not just out of love but emotional dependence too.
Picky's life would be sorrow without his Momma.
Picky never would have survived such an emotional trauma.
Sweet Nancy (Picky's Momma) you probably don't even realize it
but you gave your sweet, loving Picky a wonderful departing gift
and in return Picky will greet you when the time comes
at that place where we all will eventually and eternally be among
all of our departed fur babies and all of our lost loved ones.
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