Whining and Dining - Poem by Mary Van Nattan

Whining and Dining

                        - By Mary Van Nattan

I always so enjoy to dine

With whining, little brats;

Who won't eat half you give them,

they're persnickety as cats.

The soups too hot, the corns too cold,

The pickles make them choke;  

They won't eat meat nor apple sauce,

And naughty they'll drink but coke.

They wont't eat peas, don't like you bread - 

For something in it crunches;

They gag on fat, the gravy's gross,

They won't eat grapes in bunches.

Tomatoes, onions, peppers, fish, 

Garlic nor cottage cheese;

Oh, it's a dish uncommon rare 

That truly seems to please.

No red sauce may the ice cream have,

"It's bleeding", they will say;

And gravely hand it to their mum

To take it clean away.

But let us speak of chocolate cake,

It must be frosted o'er;

Then they"ll devour three full slabs,

And calmly ask for more.

Oh, I do so always love to eat

With picky little pests,

Whose parents joy to make them

The most undesirable guests!

Glossary

Whining - complaining

Persnickety - disapproving giving too much attention to small details which may not be important and in a way would annoy people.