Food

Squishy yogurt on your fingers,
Spaghetti in your toes
What the heck is that I see
It’s a green pea in your nose.

A great big moustache made of milk
And pudding on your cheeks
Mouth so full of Cheerios
That you can barely speak.

Here comes the dreaded wet cloth,
I try to find your face
Beneath the goo, and mush, and stuff
You wiggle in your place

There it is, I see you now
I can’t believe my eyes.
Uncovered now from the edible mess
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Food Contributed by poet_in_waiting on Tuesday, 4th July 2006 @ 08:19:48 AM in AEST Topic: ChildrensPoetry Food Squishy yogurt on your fingers, Spaghetti in your toes What the heck is that I see It’s a green pea in your nose. A great big moustache made of milk And pudding on your cheeks Mouth so full of Cheerios That you can barely speak. Here comes the dreaded wet cloth, I try to find your face Beneath the goo, and mush, and stuff You wiggle in your place There it is, I see you now I can’t believe my eyes. Uncovered now from the edible mess Your beauty is no surprise. Copyright © poet_in_waiting ... [ 2006-07-04 08:19:48] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem