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Easy Does It!

Daughter’s platter used to be
Filled with ritzy scenery,
(The kind that’s painted on the plate
And not the stuff thereon she ate):
Pretty roses, leaflets green,
Lambs a-scamp’ring in between.
But now are posies lighter shade,
While lambs have done a sort of fade;
For every day, to dine or sup,
She SCRAPES to fill her tummy up.

TAKE IT EASY, SANDRA JEAN,
WHEN YOU SCRAPE YOUR PLATTER CLEAN.

Yes, the way it used to be,
Hard to get to eat was she;
Never close, at any rate,
Was she to surface of the plate:
Always left an inch or two
To insulate what artist drew.
But now, beware, O Masterpiece–
You’d better pray for quick release,
For, better death at kitchen sink,
Than see your beauty slowly shrink.

The Gentle Touch, 0 SANDRA JEAN,
ACQUIRE TO KEEP YOUR PLATTER CLEAN.

Daughter isn’t starving, but
She’s left her “fussy-eater” rut.
Plop that food there, French or Spanish,
On her plate, and watch it vanish!
But please don t sand the platelet thin–
Supper-time we’ll eat agin.
Attack it not with fume and froth,
Or you’ll be through to table-cloth.
For we ain’t seen the worst, as yet–
DISHES may be hard to get!

SCRAPE IT LIGHTLY, SANDRA JEAN,
AFTER PLATE OF FOOD IS CLEAN!

by Ray Romine Sunday, June 27, 1943

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