A bowl of oats,
Hersheys in milk
He nods a no
refusing to drink
When I eat noodles
He watches in glee
Hmm... he hums
Walking up to me.
When mother gets porridge,
He squeaks, 'No, not for me.
A bigger boy now,
I'll have buns, cupcakes and tea'.
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