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Dinner is Fun?
There he sat,
off the floor,
high in the air.
Squirming, squalling
and not much hair.
Smashed green beans,
and mashed potatoes
all over his face.
As mom pleads,
he shakes his head
and spits up on the
kitchen lace.
He can be heard
for blocks around.
His mother wishes she
was some where else.
Maybe down town?
Just one more spoonful
and dinner will be done.
He can’t tell time, but
he’s sure having fun!
He’s one year old,
and his face is getting ripe.
Thank goodness for
washcloths and handy wipes!
Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2001
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