This is poem about the day my dad tried to make me eat lasagna |
I remember the day i first ate lasagna. how could i forget? it's singed into my brain a very stressful day it was men were placing glass in our house front as you stood there looking over them watching their every move, breath and glance almost waiting for them to slip up so they would get a tongue lashing from you a very stressful day it was i played behind you were you told me to my Polly pocket phone in hand when you had to feed me you put on your chain mail and armor and face like thunder as you sat with me a very stressful day it was the new food you put down in front of me was weird to me all i saw was a big lump of red and white mess. i didn't like it ,before even tasting it let alone smelling it , i didn't like it your jaw set at my defiance a very stressful day it was you fought with your morals about shouting at kids. but a part of you said i was a demon ...not a kid you started off polite saying i should at least try it my jaw set at your forcefulness a very stressful day it was i ate a little washed down with milk and a grimace i nagged like an old woman about how i didn't like it you yelled once or twice but in the end my puppy dog eyes cracked your armor and chains your thunder cloud face drifted apart you were my normal, well you were never normal, dad again your bad temper was throw out with the lasagna i still don't like lasagna... A very stressful day it was indeed. |