She would not eat her mince pie.
Her parents tried to feed her
with something she would like.
But the shops were out of pizza,
macaroni and candy too.
And the bins got full
with moldy bread turning blue.
Hard sticky toffee.
Half a bottle of chocolate sprinkled coffee.
Slimy cold apple pie.
Peanut-butter too hard and dry.
Rubbery, slubbery oatmeal.
A sticky orange still in its peel.
Soon she got so skinny,
her mother forced her to try and eat
but Sally didn't think it was a treat.
She simply stood there
and refused to look
at one tiny piece of fruit.
But Sally didn't notice a piece of banana peel,
And as she walked by,
She slipped for real,
And her face fell splat into a pie.
