Seven Silly Eaters

7 silly eaters

by: Leela W.

a mother
just like today
sweet & kind
a perfect son
milk, not cold, not hot but warm
a daughter sweet & fair
homemade lemonade
PATIENTLY prepared
giggling softly to herself
a son, never cross
fresh apples for applesauce
a boy, charming round & plump
oatmeal without lumps
precious silly sort of eaters

a daughter sweet & bright
squishy homemade bread
twins quick and smart
one like poached eggs the other fried
got no REST, but did her BEST
tired to the very bone
what a lovely little foolish group
bunch of fussy persnickety
all the 7 silly eaters

they were all a splendid crew
pots of it-lots of it
all the foods
that kept them in suck HAPPY moods
wiped her brow & heaved a sigh
a BIRTHDAY tomorrow
her special day
a secret plan

chopped & stirred
what they each preferred
oatmeal, lumpy, grim & grumpy
so crossed dumped the applesauce
threw the dough
mish mashed into the lemonade
icky, sticky stuff into the eggs
flung hodgepodge
into the milk of ONE BIG POT

what had they done
what a mess
hide it
a wish come true
A PINK, & PLUMP & PERFECT CAKE
Surprise, dancing around
A single simple meal
All agreed
Secret recipe
Fine to eat & Fun to make
A birthday cake
For all the 7 lovely little
SILLY EATERS