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!
The toddlers were twins
a troublesome twosome
and to them all veggies
looked quite gruesome
when it came to greens
as youngsters go
one fussy the other picky
they really didn't want to know
but urging them to eat their veg
their parents took the stance
with
all we are saying
is
'Give peas a chance!'
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.
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!
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
pink faerie was assigned to the bug garden
there was a snake too, his name was Arden.
He was persnickety, picky and bossy too.
You certainly live up to your striped hue.
What do you mean? Arden asked in a snotty way.
He was irritated by the bugs and flies who wanted to play.
You are kind of bossy, but in a colorful way.
So saying, pink faerie felt satisfied, like she had had her say.
The bugs cheered when Arden got angry and slithered away.
He always made us nervous said a pink bug named Mrs. Fay.
I was terrified of his stripes said ladybug Merry Me May.
I thought he would eat me said a striped grasshopper, Gay.
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!
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.
being fed rubbish
remember there is no spoon
it's all in your head
5/29/18
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.
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.
Picky, Tricky and Sticky
You were so picky
Wrapping up gifts was tricky
Use nothing sticky.
Jim Horn
My Gift wrapping haiku.
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.
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!”
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