Food

Food (a very old and odd poem)

Pickles in my shoe

Sugar on my toes

Milk in my pants

That's just how it goes

Coffee goes good

Down my shirt today

Tomorrow , maybe tea

Well, what do you say?

Cereal with my meatloaf

Eggs in my juice

Bologna with applesauce

That keeps the belt loose

Spaghetti and yogurt balls

Lettuce with castor oil

You can mix anything

Except when growing in soil