Saturday, January 29, 2011

Hairy Mary Rhyme Time

A poem about real life.

No Breakfast for Izzy

I wish you would eat something.
You are so very tiny.
But you are just harrumphing
And altogether whiny.

You got a chip from Dad,
But threw banana on the floor.
And the yogurt that you had
Was only fun for you to pour.

Will you eat it? "No I won't!"
Is what you'd say if you could talk.
So then I eat what you don't
And you run away, not walk.

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