"Chicken Livers"

I found this poem the other day that I wrote when I was in highschool. It was a true story. When I was growing up I can remember my mom cooking chicken livers. I hated those things. Still do. So here it goes...

"Chicken Livers"

I hate their smell.

I hate their taste.

I hate the way they look.

I close my eyes and hold my nose

when they begin to cook.

I cry and fuss

and am threatened with a whippin.

But I stand back and shake my head.

It is a terrible waste of chicken.

I know that there are some of you out there that like those things and that is great. I am happy for you, but this is one thing that I won't make my kids eat.