By Hilary S. Daninhirsch
Something new is on my plate;
Mom says that it tastes so great.
Just in case I don't agree,
I inspect it carefully.
I'm not sure what to expect
Of this food I might reject.
It's nothing like I've ever seen:
It's brown and white and slightly green.
Mom worked hard to make this dish.
Is it meat or is it fish?
Maybe it's a vegetable.
That is unacceptable!
Mom is standing over me
Waiting quite expectantly.
Time's run out, my fork is raised.
Hope this earns me lots of praise!
I do not know what I just ate.
Was it bad or was it great?
Maybe I'll try one more bite
Just so I can be polite.
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