How about a couple of new poems from recent times?
I Came in Late but the Plot is Clear
My favorite little cat eyes
the mouse behind door number two
He has not moved in an hour
Either one of them.
I don’t have time to wait until the curtain
rings down on this small drama
but then again
how will it hurt me to
rest my feet a little?
Pull up a chair
settle in next to the washer
front row and center
here in the basement theater
where
no one moves
but
someone might.
2/19/21
Complete Joy
Zero for the fruit
said the baby
Eight for the pureed peas.
Eleven for the broccoli casserole
because
it spurts out such a berserk stink
or is that me?
Really
said the mother
How you are developing
in such satisfying directions
You are a constant delight to me.
I will buy more broccoli
tomorrow.
2/19/21
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
Delightful, it made me chuckle!
Thank you! That is what I hoped for here with these two – so I am glad to hear it!
Babies don’t try to disguise their likes and dislikes in the food department. But don’t try it as an adult! (K)
Yes. I feel lucky I like almost everything to eat, but persuading others, I do not try!
I remember my mother objecting to me feeding my girls the vegetables they liked instead of making them eat things they hated. Of course my brothers and I had the dog to slip things to under the table…
Ha ha! This poem made me laugh. Thanks for that.