Milgy Rogeen

Miles from you

In a valley so green,

Lives a hungry little girl

Called Milgy Rogeen.

Now Milgy’s not hungry

Because there’s no food,

But to try something new
She’s never in the mood.

For over 6 years,

She’s only eaten two things,

One is sponge cake,

The other ? Fava beans.

But finally, Milgy’s mother

Has shouted, “Enough!”

I can not and will not

Cook only this stuff!

Now listen closely, Milgy,

And heed me very well,

I will prepare different things

And try them you will!

I’ll make casseroles, jerk chicken,

Snow cones and Spam,

Creamed fennel, lasagna,

A rare roast leg of lamb.

To Milgy, these yummies,

Were not mouth watering.

Instead, the mere thought

Sent her pearly teeth to chattering!

“No, Mama, I can’t,

I shan’t and I won’t,

I’d rather go hungry,

Just see if I don’t!”

So for seven long days,

Milgy stuck to her word,

She ate zilch, nada, nothing,

Not a muffin, not a curd.

But finally one day,

Milgy could take it no more.

Her tummy was so empty,

Right down to the core!

So she screwed up her courage,

And parted her teeth,

She was brave, she was frightened,

But she swallowed some beef.

A delicious hamburger,

With pickle and cheese;

Milgy chewed and ingested,

A taste she couldn’t believe.

Why this was quite good,

Better than a fava bean,

Juicier than cake,

If you know what I mean.

“Yes, Mama, I can,

I shall, and I will!

Try something different

For each and every meal!

“I’m sorry I was stubborn,”

Tummy-stuffed Milgy said.

“Tomorrow I’ll try salmon

And berries of blue, black, and red.

So many scrumptious foods,

For me to explore!

Can I go with you tomorrow,

To the local food store?”

“Of course, said Mama,

Now run off to bed.”

Milgy went happily,

Visions of fruit in her head.

Dear Milgy learned a lesson,

Although it came slow,

If you don’t try something new,

You’ll just never know!

Miles from you,

In a valley so green,

Lives an un-hungry girl,

Called Milgy Rogeen.