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Nuffing On My Plate
I’m sad, I don’t like nuffing
that’s layin’ on my plate.
Maybe it will go away
if I sit here and wait.
I sure don’t like this liver
and I never, ever could.
Can’t I have peanut butter?
With grape jeddy, that is good.
These mash-ed tatoes are okay
the yucky gravy it is not.
It’s like havin’ plain ol’ oatmeal
and I hate that stuff a lot.
I almost like the green beans
'cause they’re green just like my frog.
But no one likes dumb broccoli,
not even Frank, my dog.
Uh oh, mommy said we’re havin’
chocolate puddin’ for a treat.
(sigh) … maybe if I hold my nose
stuff won’t taste so bad to me …
C.J. Heck
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