Dinner Is Done Poem by Cindy Natalie

Woe is me,
For dinner is done
Henceforth putting an end
To all fun

The oven has beeped
The microwave shrieks
The fridge has been opened
'It's now time to eat! '

There is no more laughter
There is no more dance
There are no more poems
No talk about plants

There is no more humor
There is no more song
Mother needs in this way
Fatigue to prolong

There never is hunger
There never is need
For this absurd mealtime
With which we proceed

My family's concerned
That I'm in a strange mood
But I'll tell you the reason
I do not want food

I'm really not hungry
At least, not that much
If you'd like less complaining,
Don't make me eat lunch!