food poetry – The Lonely Meatball

My Meal

I wish that I could shop for food — that really would be grand, because I’d simply pass right by the food that I can’t stand. Carrots, broccoli, turnips, beets would not come through our door, and neither would those Brussel sprouts I really do abhor! White fish, blue fish, yucky cod, again I’d neverContinue reading “My Meal”

Vegetables

I have a problem with my mom at every evening meal. She says I must eat vegetables no matter how I feel. I tell her celery makes me feel my hair is made of string, and that spinach, beans, and corn make my toenails sting. Potatoes make my left ear itch, tomatoes make me sleep,Continue reading “Vegetables”

Popping Popcorn

Popcorn’s an exciting treat and popping it is quite a feat. Kernels in the popper go, where heating them is rather slow. But then – KABOOM! KABANG! KAPOW! I watch the kernels and think ”Wow!” Their transformation is a sight from hard and gold to soft and white. I then eat popcorn really fast causeContinue reading “Popping Popcorn”

My Sandwich

I made myself a sandwich and cause I thought I could make the best one ever with all things that taste good. I put those things on white bread because I love each one — mustard, pickles, relish, and honey, just for fun. I loaded on some slices of good old cheddar cheese and ranContinue reading “My Sandwich”

Spaghetti

Trying to eat spaghetti is really hard to do. The noodles slide right off my fork — I think the sauce needs glue. I’ll finally fork a noodle, and as I watch it squirm, just to bug my mother, I’ll say, “Oh look! A worm!” I’ll slurp that long, worm noodle like soda through aContinue reading “Spaghetti”