Dinner @ Grandma's Poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre
Dinner @ Grandma's
Dinner at my Grandma's can drive a kid to fits,
The last time she fed me pig poo and olive pits!
This time was even worse; she cooked a big brown snake!
The food was a nightmare, though I was wide awake!
Caterpillar cornbread, a sliver of liver,
Bumble bees mixed with peas! How can I forgive her?
She force-fed me spiders, a hedgehog and a half,
'Eat those sweet lizard feet, ' she told me with a laugh.
My eyes ran out of tears, from all this child abuse,
She even made me drink a glass of onion juice!
Poison ivy salad that made my insides itch,
I'm starting to believe that grandma is a witch!
I begged and I begged, but of all the twisted things,
For dessert she brought out some buttered beetle wings.
Dinner at my Grandma's can drive a kid to fits...
It's better when she feeds me Goat Guts and Garlic Grits!
Delightfully Gross... I'm going to order the book at Amazon.: -))))))))
love your serious work, love your silly stuff too... my grandma was a great cook: -)
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4/29/2024 5:41:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I`m glad my grandma don`t feed me that stuff....goat guts and garlic grits do sound better......