Christmas Cookies
Christmas time means cookies,
by the handful, by the dozen.
Counters full of mixing bowls,
good smells from the oven.
Shopping for ingredients,
we pile the basket high.
Still there always seems to be
one more thing to buy.
Flour, sugar, butter, eggs,
Vanilla, cloves, and ginger, too.
Decorator sugars dyed
in red, and green, and blue.
Peanutbutter, chocolate chips,
coconut and candied peel,
chopped pecans and hazelnuts--
it makes my senses reel.
Day after day it's torture.
I have to watch as they
bake scores and scores of cookies
then pack each one away!
They fill up tins and boxes,
plates and coffee cans,
then ship them off to bake sales
or relatives across the land.
No matter how I suffer,
no matter how I plead
all they ever say is,
"Those are nothing that you need."
I may not get a thing this year,
and this will be the cause--
I snuck downstairs and ate the cookies
left for Santa Claus.

Sushi
You say sushi,
I say ick!
It's enough to
make me sick.
Can't stand eating
fishies raw--
grossest thing I
ever saw.
Won't eat sushi,
rather die.
Why else did man
learn to fry?

The Secret
I have a little secret,
but no one must suspect.
A single leak--I know
my reputation would be wrecked.
I hide it well in public.
No one knows at school.
If my friends should find out,
they'd think me way uncool.
No self-respecting kid I know will touch it,
but, oh, well...
I happen to like spinach.
Now, promise you won't tell!