Best Socialmom 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.