Moms say things like:
‘You will never become a big girl if you don’t eat your vegetables!’
‘You can eat whatever you want, when you’re 18 years old!’
I remember thinking that I would buy a big jar filled with sweets when I would be a grown up. If I would ever grow up, I didn’t really care. Who wants to be a grown-up anyway?
This poem is about the things you don’t want to eat when you’re little which is basically everything that’s green. Then again; who wants to eat green stuff when the world has so many pretty colors and flavors to offer?