Playing With My Food

Mummy says my mouth is the tunnel
And my blue spoon is the train
And Daddy makes choo-choo noises
It really is quite a pain!

Sometimes they say I'm the moon
And my food is the rocket ships
And they fly mashed banana towards me
But land it all over my lips!

Last week I was the harbour
My rusk was the boat sailing home
Mummy thought she was the captain
I just wish they'd leave me alone!

I know that my spoon is a spoon
That carries yummy things towards my face
And I know that the food goes into my mouth
To disappear without a trace!

I know that I'm eating my solids
But they keep calling it silly names
I just want to eat my dinner
I don't want to play all these games!

(c) Kerry Teasdale All Rights Reserved

Comments to Author