I JUST WANT PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY
I don't want vegetables. Up, they don't me fill.
I don't want chicken. No, it's not what I'm pickin.
I don't want ham. No thank you ma'am.
I hope you see. I don't want turkey.
I don't want steak. That would be a mistake.
I don't want beef. I hate it on my teeth.
I don't want veal. It's not a good meal.
I don't want cheese and mac. I'll send it back.
I don't want ham and cheese. It me, does not please.
I don't want sushi. It's just not for me.
I don't want tuna fish. That's not my wish.
I don't want stew. Eating that's not want I want to do.
I don't want casserole. That's not my goal.
I don't want to be rude, but I don't want seafood or fish, it's not delish.
I don't want pasta. I say basta, which is Italian for stop.
I don't want Japanese, Thai, or Chinese food.
I would ask why. I would cry. No, it don't me please.