WHAT A MESS

She spilled her milk on the floor,

And had jelly in her hair.

Down the front of her shirt,

Was the juice from a pear.

She had mashed potatoes,

Shoved in each ear.

And with peas up her nose,

She couldn’t smell or hear.

Her fingers are greasy and grimy,

And she wipes them on her clothes.

It’s clearly evident on her pants,

Where every handprint shows.

There was corn on her cheeks,

And applesauce on her chin,

Her area looked like a dumpster,

That was being lived in.

She just dropped her jello,

And it landed with a plop.

When she gets done eating,

You need a shovel, broom and mop.

Both her and the kitchen,

May never again be clean.

She has to be the messiest eater,

That I have ever seen.

Michael D. Schafer

© May 4, 2017