if there is one thing we can never agree on
it would be food
i like my palate to be pleased
tingled by untraditional treats,
indulged with the basics of quality
she likes the processed mystery presents
bedded in plastic packaging,
all-american edibles and snacks
i think she's picky,
she calls me a hippie
when its our turn to choose
where to eat this afternoon
there's an audible groan
(this is gonna take a while)
i hate everything burger king and mcdonalds
she won't eat anywhere without chicken strips
perkins, however, is perfect
(though i'm not supposed to agree)
Author notes
Lame, yes, but its practically an autobiography
A contest entry
- Food Poems! by NoWorldforTomorrow.
300 points, ended October 1, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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