Spinach

• Mridulla Anantha Padmanabhan, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2019

The green and leafy substance
that grows from deep within
it's sitting there on the plate
and everyone tucks in!

Oh the injustice!
oh the tragedy!
spinach sitting on my tongue
alas, my taste bud's agony!

There are million things better
that Mum could have cooked tonight
the horror that hits when it goes in
I can't take another bite!

Oh why did it have to be spinach?
that sick and greeny sight
I really don't know how to survive
on this horrible spinachy night!