Mr. Goldstein
would eat no pork.
His wife would eat no beans.
Their sons ate only hot boiled stork
and green snails in baked cream.
Their daughters licked
the mixer beaters,
then told all,
"We're NOT the picky-eaters."
I'm having fun making a list of yucky foods I wouldn't want to eat. Can you write a list poem about foods you'd like to feed to your dog?
Today I'm going to an art aloud program where I'll be able to read my poems to an audience. Can you read your poem aloud to an audience today too? Find a friend, or Mom or Dad and read your poem to them. Have fun.
Joy,
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of Jack Sprat from Mother Goose. Picky eaters could probably make a long list poem.:)
Very cute. And I liked the grasshopper one too!
ReplyDeleteYes Linda. I frequently return to Mother Goose to write my poems.
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