All about me poems 12/3/2013

There was a boy whose name was Sam.
The only thing he ate was jam.
When offered any other food,
He’d claim he wasn’t in the
mood.He’d say I’m fairly full today.
and push that other food away.
And so he never tasted pie,
or gave spaghetti sauce a try,
and even if you asked him,
“Please?”
he wouldn’t chew on cheddar
cheese.
he couldn’t stand potato chips.
Banana’s never crossed his lips.
And not a bit of beef or lamb
or deviled egg or candied yam,
would wind up on his dinner
plate,

Now,as it happen ,late one
day
poor Sam expired. He passed
away.
We don’t know why. It might
have been
some mineral vitamin
was missing from the food he ate
and caused and clearly awful fate
or maybe all that sugar made
her fall to pieces,start to fade,
until the day that eating jam
at last became the end of Sam

We can’t be certain why he died
but, Maybe if he’d only tried
some yogurt or some salary,
a piece of toast,a pear,a pea
a pizza crust,a grain of rice
a half an herb,a single spice,
a spoon of soup with just one
clam,
then,maybe, we would still have Sam

Also,he never ate a grape
or chocolate bar or belgian crepe
or lobster bisque or Irish stew
or sauerkraut or cheese fondue
or casserole of sloppy joe,
so this all we'll ever know
since jam was all he had to eat
his life was rather short.