A snack before dinner
Just doesn’t
seem right,
For it could
diminish
A good
appetite.
At least
that’s the message
My mother
would spout,
Which I took
to heart when
No more than
a sprout.
Those adages
somehow
Don’t work
anymore
Yet still,
in my head
They are
hard to ignore.
When I’m
feeling hungry
And mealtime’s
not yet
I’ll pop a
few olives
So I don’t
regret
Ignoring
advice
That’s been
etched into place.
Then at
dinner, I won’t feel bad
Stuffing my
face!
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