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A DATE WITH BROCCOLI
Mom said I have until,
The clock’s big hand strikes 3.
Finish all my veggies?
You might as well shoot me.
I can’t stand broccoli!
Don’t know why it grows.
It’s only here to torture kids.
To make ’em squirm, not grow.
The kitchen is empty.
I sit here all alone.
The clock has ticked, that is it.
It’s up to bed I groan.
I’d rather go to bed,
Than eat those yucky things.
Of all the food Mom had to cook,
Why not chicken wings?
— Donna L Sadd, all rights reserved
Donna L Sadd 
I remember my Dad making me sit at the table until I finished my dinner. Those minutes definitely seemed like hours. Thanks for the “fond” memories. LOL I miss my dad. ^_^
Tell me about it. Lima beans would get me going to bed early every time. I initially wrote the poem about lima beans, but do they even sell them anymore? I went to find images for ‘kid hates lima beans’, but nothing showed. so it became broccoli. Maybe it was a 60s veggy. ;0)
I’m with Sherry! We shared the same dad. My nemesis was mashed potatoes and boy they are nasty when cold!
It’s funny how something can zap one right back in time, isn’t it? Even remembering how worse everything tasted cold. We should have just choked it down to watch TV! :0)