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Confessions of a Messy Eater

Apr. 10, 2015By: Jinkee Reasoner  ›  Author Bio


I like to eat.

I nibble on my feet.

I pray before I eat.


I don’t know how to feed myself yet,

So I depend on my auntie’s hand.

I open my mouth wide

And welcome my tasty food.


Blended, pureed, squashed,

Smashed and crushed.

The way I like it.

The way I want it.


I don’t usually look like this,

I know.

There’s something on my face.


I know food goes to my mouth,

Not on my cheeks or forehead or ears.

What’s the use of a bib

If I eat like this?


At the end of my meal time,

Burp says this tummy of mine.


What a treat!


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