"Grandma stop eating elderberries or you'll get too old!", cried the child. With a wink and a grin grandma purred, "now now child I will regain my youth with pork brine, youngerberries, and wine."

Along the spread of the table was real lunch as comforting as a cradle:
White hills of processed vanilla cream with the sparkle stream
A viscous yellow sea of elbows and perhaps other limbs
Overlapping ketchup crusaders reigning supreme over the dinosaur chicken nuggets

What lies beyond the table is the watchful and wise grandmother
"Grandma! Grandma! Gimme the big SPOOOON"
With the big spoon in hand the child combined the canvas and proceeded to shovel everything down until swelling like a balloon
-They grow up so fast-