In yesterday’s blog post, I mentioned the fact that I really despise green beans. Growing up, I ate everything that was put on my plate, regardless if I liked it or not. There was never a choice. Let’s just say, the coughing in the napkin trick saved my life, numerous times, when it came to green beans. Tiffany, my cock-a-poo, sat at my feet religiously during every meal. She loved green beans and I loved that dog!
Maybe a poem will help better explain my green bean aversion…
When I was young, my parents said,
(they drilled and pounded in my head):
“Now eat your beans, just eat them up
for if you don’t, you won’t grow up!”
“You never listen to my plea,
I hate green beans especially!
I hate green beans, I always have.
Why won’t you listen Mom and Dad?”
“Green beans are healthy, without fat,
now can you really argue that?”
“Yes I can and surely will,
I hate green beans, I hate them still!
They’re green and slimy, mushy too.”
What’s a little girl to do?
“Now eat your beans, not one more sound.
Just clean your plate, I mean right now!”
“I’ll gag, I’ll cough and hack and choke
if those green beans go down my throat!”
“They’re better hot than cold,” they’d say.
I wish I could just run away,
from these green beans upon my plate-
but morning brings a worser fate:
They’ll serve me breakfast, right in bed,
(If I’m lucky, I’ll wake up dead!)
and staring at me, lined up neat,
Mom smiles, “Bon appetit!”
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