Dinner
When dinner time roles around
You are nowhere to be found
If I search for you and drag, you out
You will surely pout
Making it harder to get the food down
Delaying our trip to town
When you finally come out from behind the shade,
You do not like the food I made
Instead of eating it
You throw a fit
Now there is food on the ceiling and the floor
The kitchen that was once clean isn't any more.
Spoon full after spoon full you push it away
I guess this just isn't my day
As my final attempt, I try the airplane
But to you it is just the same
Instead of letting the plane land
you gave it a backhand
And with a cry of delight
you send it in flight
Across the room
Where it falls to its doom
It is about time for you to know
I have had enough of your show
I will quit this silly game
You have caused me enough shame
You have been very bad
It is time to turn this feeding over to your dad.