A little bit of onion
A slice of cheese or two
I wonder where this is going
Will I end up in a stew
My mouth is very watery
My nose is twitching so
My taste buds are so grumbly
Where will this poem go
It’s important to remember
Just where our food comes from
Will it make my tummy happy
Or will I come out really glum
First please think of farmers
Who are growing all our food
Next give thought to helpful people
Who can be very shrewd
The food is grown the pickers pick
It needs to come together
Who is it that brings everything
Together no matter the weather
The growers the pickers the gathering crowds
The cooks the packers the stuff
Have all got to work together
So that we have enough
And don’t forget the travelers
Who brings things all to store
They carry they unpack they place the food
And even do much more
Did you ever think about all this
How food comes to your house
It takes much more than before you knew
And don’t forget your spouse
Who buys who cleans who prepares for you
So you can do your thing
If you’re lucky that person may indeed
Begin to dance and sing
Our stomachs may enjoy our meals
From taste to satisfy
But heart is where you want to be
If you want to reach the sky
So taste and satisfaction
Can come to us sometimes
But the love of a good friend
Can really toss up our enzymes
So all these words must mean something
Or this poem wouldn’t have be written
Be kind be loving be thoughtful and true
And you’ll find yourself so smitten