The Spinach ConspiracyA Poem by Christina May ShanabergMothers seem to have a way of hiding it just about everywhere!
THE SPINACH CONSPIRACY
There is something going on, in our kitchen, And I think that my, own, mother is involved; While she is sneaking around, I keep looking in, Hoping the green mystery can be solved.
I am sure that I saw it in the pizza, homemade, And what was that green stuff in the meatballs; Twas some dark green lettuce in the salad she made; There is something green hidden behind these walls.
She made some weird green bread and toasted it To serve with her delicious soup of the tomato; That green twas in my burger, reminded me of it; I am sure that she thinks the green doesn't show.
I love her lasagna, but I found some green there; And, her meatloaf has a hint of green in it, too; Why did I find it hiding in this cheese souffle, here; Brother spotted it on a chicken sandwich; who knew.
She seems to be hiding this stuff everywhere; For some mysterious reason, feeding it to me; I'm writing this for, after I am dead, those who care; Mother is poisoning me with green stuff I can see.
© 2011 Christina May ShanabergAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorChristina May ShanabergMount Vernon, OHAboutI am a former member of North Shore Writers' Guild in Willoughby OH. I have had numerous poems published and letters. I am, currently, working on a screen play that I hope will interest my cousin-in.. more..Writing
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