by Alexandra Paskhaver
Dunno if there’s a way to tell ‘er,
But Auntie’s cookin’ ain’t so stellar.
And though I’m sure it’s not her fault,
Her sugar cookies taste like salt.
I’m certain dinner’s a mistake:
I don’t think Kool-Aid goes in cake.
And I think I would rather die
Than taste her peanut butter pie.
I asked her to consider, please,
If pinto beans belonged in cheese.
But then she told me something worse:
That rhyme should not belong in verse!