Revulsion

by

J. M. Hallett

As he is lowered into his highchair
And the tray's pushed against his belly
He stares at his mini sandwich
Where he sees a cream-like substance
The color of slightly aged ivory
Seemingly trying to escape
From the crustless edges of the bread
Spying this, he clenches his little fists
Shakes his head, like a bull seeing red
And, "No," he shouts, in rebellion
"No, No, No!" - for he hates this stuff

A strong word, hate
But as any compassionate, caring adult
Must certainly feel about, say...
The Ayran Brotherhood
The Ku Klux Klan
Or any other group as ignorant
As malicious, as despicable...
So too must this two-year-old feel
About mayonnaise
The most vile of the sandwich spreads

NEXT?
Why don't you look at 17th January 2003
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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