Feeding one’s kids

It seems like a sin

You go out and buy

Food for the bin.

Chips, yes please!

And chicken too

On a plate the brow pluckers

Tears tumble, boo hoo.

Plates pushed away

Is it a sin

To transfer good food

From the shop to the bin?

“Sit there and eat it”!!

Kinds whinge and whine

But refuse like mules

For eons of time.

Minutes drag by

Like hours it seems

Food stays untouched

What happens are screams.

“Take it away”

Steadfast to the last

They refuse like real martyrs

To break their long fast.

The fast lasts as long

As the food on the plate

But once in the bin

Young voices grate ..

“We’re hungry, we’re starving

Feed us real quick

Our tummies are empty

With hunger we’re sick”!

What do you do?

(This you’ll regret)

Give lollies and sweet things

Then peace you will get –

It’s only a breather

Until the next meal

Then it starts all over

The next squawk and squeal.

POH

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