Thursday, January 7, 2010

Ode to an Unfinished Lunch, by Sam

I sing to thee forlorn,
Oh egg and bread of corn.
I care not to test or savor
And I see this denial is out of favor
With my mother, who is vexed,
Or at least perplexed
By how I operate on calories so few
And how I routinely reject even you,
Oh, muffin and egg dressed with cheese,
As Mom begs and embarrasses us both with "please."
See, this is not a rejection of you -
Not a running away, but a running to
Freedom! To rolling about on the rug
And smearing dirt on my adorable mug.
I wish not to pain you so,
But, really, I must go



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