Omney Voar

Free Writing

I like to eat most any time,

At morning, noon, or night,

And if you try to steal my food,

You’ll wind up in a fight.

There isn’t much that I don’t like,

Not much that I won’t eat.

Dessert’s the very best, of course,

But also good is meat.

Pie I like and pizza too

But not with anchovies,

And I can eat a Brussel sprout

But mushrooms make me sneeze.

The green and yellow foods are not

The kind I like the best

But I will eat them off my plate

Along with all the rest.

At school I like to hide some food

Inside my swollen pack

So when the teacher turns away,

Then I can have a snack.

Yes, other kids know I have food

And sometimes beg for some,

But there’s no way that I will share,

Cuz sharing’s really dumb.

See, no one ever shares with me—

No person in my class—

So all I’d ever give to them

Is bark or twigs or grass.[1]

So kids all stay away from me,

Away from what I eat,

And I can nibble privately

Alone here in my seat.

[1] Dear Mr. Stratford. I do not mean the kind of grass you smoke!

Dawn Reader