The Snack

It was hours before dinner when he asked me for a snack.

I told him, “Make it something small; by dinner I want your appetite back.”

He swallowed a box of fruit chews and devoured some Golden Grahams.

He ate a pile of peanuts, and munched on some cold ham.

Then he chewed some caramels, and licked a sugar cane,

nibbled on some berries, and requested a snack again.

"Mom, I ate some berries, can I eat something more?"

Believing this without investigating, it was now my mistake for saying, "Sure."

So, he lapped up an ice cream cone, and chomped a candy bar,

slurped down a pudding cup, and drank Koolaid from a jar.

Next, he snacked on taffy, banana I believe.

He finished off with peppermints.

No room for dinner did he leave!