Friday, May 26, 2006

Ah... Childhood

I just love finding happy things from my youth:


The Spinach Horror

I could smell the spinach in the air.
I told my mom that it wasn't fair.
She said right back
To have a snack.
I started to itch
When she said it was spinach.
I put it up to my lips and it started to burn.
I said to myself it looked like a fern.
It tasted like rotten eggs,
and smelled like dirty legs.
I could hear my sister eating.
I could tell my heart was beating.
I could see the tomatoes on the top shelf- good as can be.
I said to myself Yiperee.
I was near the top
When my mother and sister started to scoff.
She said if I could get all down I can get a pup.
An hour later I started to throw up.
I never ate spinach again

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*One of the first poems I ever wrote... I didn't even like tomatoes.