Poetry 2

Here is another
good long poem.

The Lament Of The Unfortunate Child
Whose Mother cares About His Health

Why should I eat vile healthy food?
My mother says it does me good,
And makes me grow big, strong and tall,
But I don't like the stuff at all,
And I don't care if I stay small.
It's much too hard and tough to chew,
Or feels too grainy, sticks like glue.
And all the food that I like best,
Does not stand up to Mother's test:
Does it have iron for your blood?
Is there cholesterol in that food?
Or artificial coloring,
Or some unnatural flavoring?
And are there lots of vitamins,
And other horrible healthy things?
And calcium for teeth and bones?
My answers are just moans and groans.
My mother's old with some grey hair,
So she's the one who should take care,
Eat healthily and jog each day,
Exercise excess pounds away-
I get my exercise at play.
I enjoy baseball, soccer too,
Gymnastics, basketball, kung fu,
Skiing, tennis, riding my bike-
Those are the sports I really like!
Mom shouldn't worry about me.
I only wish she'd let me free,
To eat the food I like to choose:
She's the one with weight to lose!
Doesn't she know my tooth is sweet?
I don't like healthy things to eat.
I like spaghetti - without sauce,
And ice cream's my prefered main course.
The three C's: cookies, candies, cake,
These are the food groups I will take.
I just wish mother would keep quiet
About my sweet, delicious diet,
For I am healthy, fit and strong,
And plan to live a whole life long.