Poems for Big Kids

Poems for Big Kids Let’s Be Silly!
Ode to Mystery Meals
Kimberly Hodgkinson-Spencer
My mother fed us puke for dinner
It’s wrapped up in this burrito shell.
My mother fed us puke for dinner
And now I’m not feeling very well.
I told her, “This dish is disgusting!”
But all she did was yell.
She commanded me to eat
Leaving it would be a waste.
But all I could think about
Was its nasty awful taste.
There’s something brown and oozing
Coming from my burrito shell.
It’s sliding down my arm
With a most distasteful smell.
My mother fed us puke for dinner
I can see it plain and clear.
She leans over the table to ask,
“Would you like another, dear?”
My father will eat anything!
Dead or possibly alive
A bodily fluid or a meal this putrid.
I can’t believe my eyes!
Still I am sitting here starving
But does anybody care?
My mother holds dessert
Ransom in the air…
“You’ll eat your dinner or no crumbly apple tart!”
Possibly she thinks this tactic is pretty smart
When my little sister, snarfing her ugly meal,
Looks at me as if to say,“Hey, what’s the big deal?”
I whisper, “Our mother fed us puke for dinner!”
Poking around inside her burrito shell,
My little sister pulls out what looks like a wiggly tail.
“How can you eat this stuff?” I wail.
My mother scolds, “You’re such a fussy little girl!”
My father laughs, “What? Don’t you like squirrel?”
Now I know I am going to hurl.
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