May I have more sweets?

Mother says I’ve had too many now,

And that foul beets have sweets beat.

But she doesn’t have broccoli taffy on Sundays,

Or a New Year’s green-bean custard pie

And I don’t see her ordering kale sundaes

Even though she swears those make for fun days.

The words she tells me to live by,

All just seem to be a lie.

I’ve yet to see her enjoy a lettuce lollipop,

Or guzzle a mushroom soda pop.

She’s never had a cabbage milkshake,

And wouldn’t ever fancy a green cake.

If I may say,

I think she shares that same distaste

Of those leafy vermin,

For I’d wager any day,

They taste to her just as good as paste

So, tell me, what do you think?

It’s been so long without sugar I think I’m turning pink.

Surely, you’d spare this poor, tired little brat,

Just one more Kit-Kat?