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“You eat like a bird!” she says to me,

A smile upon her face.

I must admit, I don’t eat much,

But still, there is a trace

Of sarcasm in her eyes

That I can’t help but see.

Does she think me scrawny?

Is she gently mocking me?

There she sits, eating food

That I myself have made.

I cook her meal, and she pokes fun!

Now that’s an unfair trade!

I confront her gingerly,

I must know for sure:

Does she think of my physique

As being rather poor?

“Oh no!” she says with horror.

“I simply tried to say

That this substance you have cooked,

That you eat for meals each day,

Is not accepted by my palate

And, in fact, I’ve had to palm it.

For in taste and in consistency,

It’s very much like vomit!”