2 posts tagged “spoon”

Open up your mouth now
The spoon has your food

It will fill up your tummy
and this will brighten your mood

There's no call to thumb-suck
And even less call to brood

You can grin, laugh, or giggle
All hints at your good attitude

Take your goo-hands away child
the napkin's short interlude

The patterned stains on your bib girl
rival Pollack's work with the tube

Just pay some attention
To ignore is plain rude

For I'm holding the spoon babe
And this green stuff is your food.

What tastes better than a puppy-licked thumb?
Oh, what tastes better than a puppy-licked thumb?
These words are better with a whistle or a hum.
But what tastes better than a puppy-licked thumb?

Oh, I, don't, know.
Oh, I, don't, know.

Maybe a spoonful of vegetable beef dinner.
Maybe a spoonful of vegetable beef dinner.
A size two jar of vegetable beef dinner.

Maybe just maybe.
Possibly, even probably.

A heaping big spoonful of vegetable beef dinner.
But even then, not much else can presume to offer.
Anything better than a puppy-licked thumb.