Holding Out for the Good Stuff

I will not eat nice rare roast beef,
I won't eat boiled ham
I turned my nose at turkey breast,
I gagged when I smelled Spam.

I flat refused a scrambled egg,
I wouldn't eat the toast
I made an "urking" sound at cheese,
I didn't want pork roast.

The pizza? It was not for me,
Nor was a Tater Tot
I wouldn't look at chicken soup,
And as for hummus - NOT!

I wouldn't touch the yogurt,
I wouldn't smell oatmeal
I p'tooied out a cracker,
I ignored a Happy Meal.

What did I finally deign to taste?
When Momma was in tears?
I made her wait and wait and wait
(She said it seemed like years)

She finally caved and sent a Nurse
Down to the local Jewel,
For an entire roasted chicken
You see?  I'm NOT a fool!

LIZZIE