Floral Edibles

The king-dude will energetically gag at the smell of your homemade pizza,

will assertively push a spoonful of frozen yogurt out of his peripheral space,

will angrily yell “no” if you try to smoosh a piece of candy bar inside of his

mouth

(don’t judge the smoosh, mama has issues—we know this)

but will sniff, chew and enjoy the leaves of his local daisies,

on ocassion will spit out a leaf or two

perhaps, because of the texture,

which only make his mama “with issues” think that he’s some sort of culinary

genius.

This is one hell of a run-on sentence.

Mama likes it. So she leaves it.

She likes fragments too.

Again, she has issues.

Anyway. His mama has decided to save up for culinary school.