As every Mum knows,
The more effort you make,
To cook wholesome food,
There’s more chance they will hate.

Slaved over for hours,
And crafted with love?
You bet, on the floor,
It soon will be shoved.

“Tonight, lovely soup.
Great for your 5 A DAY.”
“Well, this tastes disgusting”
You’ll soon hear them say.

How about casseroles?
Veg pasta sauces?
Dream on, there’s no way
They’ll eat three hearty courses.

Nutritious meals equal
“Bleurghh, urghhh” and “Yuck!”
Looks of repulsion;
Response: “What’s this muck?”

Try as you might,
To teach them what’s good,
They long for the junk,
And a “Yum” chocolate pud.

You’d make them so happy,
If you could just fix it,
To serve up a menu,
Of burgers and biscuits.

One day they’ll be foodies;
Love flavour adventure.
No frowning or moaning,
No meltdowns or censure.

So, if meal after meal,
All week you’ve been binning,
Resort to fish fingers
And feel like you’re winning.

© Pass Me The Valium and passmethevalium.com, 2017.