Lordy, Lordy, I'm in pain
Gram's cooking drives me insane
See me through this meal I pray
Choke down food that may not stay
They all wonder why I cry
I'm not ready yet to die
Author notes
This is actually a prayer I have mumbled at family gatherings when my grandmother would cook. No matter what she made, I would have rather chewed on a piece of pressboard, it was surely softer and had more flavor.
Written July 1st, 2006
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A contest entry
- Mealtime Prayers by Sharcu.
300 points, ended July 7, 2006, 13 entries
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This is very funny! Grandma's food must have been something else for you to want to chew on that pressboard!! Don't you just hate having to explain to a bad cook, why you're just not hungry!
Good work poet!
GBY
SilverButterfly -
this is very funny and cute at the same time! Grandma's cooking must have been pretty bad huh?
GBY
SilverButterfly
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Umm, yeah, guilty of mumbling prayers that rhyme. Ok, I was a camp counselor for years, so it's a habit.
Thanks for commenting
Storm -
Would you really mumble a prayer that rhymes? 
I've never ever done that... but still, I'm glad you were able to share it with us in this contest. I think this would make my gramma laugh if she were to read it or hear it. Thanks for entering again 
--Tim -
Yeah, when my grandmother (bless her soul) cooked, we ALL tended to say a little prayer that was more or less not the standard. But they were mumbled and she never knew, lol.
Storm -
This one really made me laugh... Have you really said something like that before a meal in the past?
Good luck in the contest with this poem!
LittleAnn
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Excellent
Now that's the kind of cooking nobody looks forward to. Full of great laughs.
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