Confessions of a 6 year old by Jennifer L. Williams

Confessions of a 6 year old

by Jennifer L. Williams

Mud:

I love it in all fifty flavors,

served up fresh and slimy,

smooth and slick,

or grainy for texture,

or grainy for texture, with jelly globs of frog eggs--

even better!

No cheese souffle,

or cherry tart,

or yellow custard pie,

on china plates,

with lacy cloth,

in airy dining hall,

can ever compare,

to rainy days,

and lunch in March,

of mudpies.