When the snacks are all gone.

So I love this poem by Mark Strand, "When the vacation is over, for good" I can't place a link because I can't find one. A free one that is. If you want to read it, it's in the New Yorker online for a monthly fee. If you get a chance it is a really good poem, better read out loud. I was thinking about it because my kids are always complaining that we don't have enough snacks. Really we do it just that they are the five little piggies! It got me thinking, what about a poem about, when the snacks are all gone, for good. Pretty silly, made me laugh so I'll be blogging my poem. (Not sure if that's the right vocabulary) Well, Jason will tell me. Thank God we found each other on FB, it is so much easier having him correct all my English language problems. (If I was writing French or German he'd also correct that)


When the snacks are gone, for good.



They open the cabinet, they close the cabinet

Where are the crunchy chips? The soft gooey fruit chewy, nowhere to be found

An empty box of sweet Girl Scout cookies, some pretzel salt scatter the shelf

What a sad state

Their little stomachs grumble for some sugar

Ah, not all is lost, way in the back a bag of Halloween candy seven months old

Yummy, yummy, right into the trashy



When the snacks are all gone, for good

My children complain

Their sad mournful faces stare up at me

A funeral for their favorite food

Tears of trans fats drip down their chins

Better choices, better health

Lets have a party, a wake



Here is an orange, sweat and juicy

Some fresh strawberries to put some rose in your cheeks

Bright eyes eat some carrots, crunchy reminds you of the past

Grapes come in many colors try them all chewy, almost gooey

Nothing scattered, nothing wasted

Smiles creep a pound their faces

As they think, lets go to the store and buy some more at last no more