I eat a balanced diet,
I do it day and night—
a pound of brownies on my left,
a pound upon my right.
And filling up my right hand,
with clear and certain heft,
a twelve-ounce bag of jellybeans.
The same is on my left.
A candy cane in one hand,
and likewise in the other.
There are equal sweets on either side,
a big frown from my mother.
I eat a balanced diet,
but mother disagrees.
I just don’t understand it.
She’s so darned hard to please!
jake redfern
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-balanced-diet/
