He rolled out of bed tummy already growling.
He dressed himself quickly and then started scouring.
He started with cereal, at least two bowls,
Then he gulped down some cheese sticks practically whole.
He scarfed a banana and then grabbed another.
Rushed to the bus; bid adieu to his mother.
Sloppy joe on a bun was consumed midday,
Complete with fruits and veggies filling the tray.
And when he was done, he ordered some more;
It went down the hatch without a crumb on the floor.
When he got home, it was clear he was ravenous.
He chomped through some chips while roaming the cabinets.
He crunched all the carrots, then munched all the grapes
By tossing them one by one to his face.
He swallowed the leftover pot roast and potatoes,
Before he slurped down the noodles and a handful of
tomatoes.
To keep the food stocked costs a small fortune,
I lamented to myself as he preheated the oven.
He savored the pizza as it was still hot,
Along with some soup he warmed up in a pot.
He sunk his teeth into some bars of granola,
Then he dined on some crackers, dipped in Nutella.
He devoured the yogurt (fruit on the bottom).
I begged him, “SLOW DOWN,” but no one could stop him.
Bell peppers, blueberries, he couldn't get enough.
I marveled, "where does he put all this stuff?"
He helped himself to the pickles and pears,
And dared to wonder why the fridge was so bare.
A slice of pie, and then a bowl of oatmeal,
He ate like a savage; it was almost surreal.
He finished his toasted bread with butter,
And then he asked, “what’s for supper?”
And then he asked, “what’s for supper?”
