Corissa Ann

“I don’t like beets, ” Said Corissa Ann “I don’t like carrots and I don’t like ham I don’t like this And I don’t like that-” She went to her bedroom And there she sat. Her mother stood With hands on hips To watch Corissa’s pouty lips. “I guess there’s nothing more to say I’ll just go put dessert away.” “Dessert? ” asked Corissa? Her blue eyes bright. “Maybe I could eat a little bite.” So back to the table Corissa went And for a time the blonde girl spent Eating some bites while Mama stood And Corissa said, “It does taste good! ” I wrote this for my grand daughter when she was little.