Herbert Llewellyn Connaught
fussed over his food quite a lot.
He despised all sorts of salad greens,
stuffing them in the cuff of his jeans.
He played with his green beans and peas
by squishing them up between his knees.
Potatoes he always threw on the floor
then sassily would ask for some more.
He’d eat a chunk of meat once in a while
along with enough gravy to make it an isle.
He didn’t like ice cream, cookies, pie or cake
He hated whatever his mother would bake.
The only thing over which there was no fuss
Was his absolute favourite, buttered asparagus.
Written for Color Your World: 120 Days of Crayola: asparagus.
© tale weaver/ing (phylor)