Brain Food

Last night at dinner we had some fish,

and though I tried, I did not finish.

My mother told me while I chewed,

brains loved fish over all other food.

Would a big scary brain come looking to see

if his favorite food was inside of me?

Excusing myself, I went straight to bed

and pulled the covers over top of my head.

I tossed and turned without any sleep,

wondering about what brains hate to eat.

Fatty meats and sweets, my mama had said.

So quickly downstairs I silently tread,

and into the kitchen to remedy my dread.

Now erased are my fears to bed,

with any feelings of doom.

For now is sugar sprinkled, widespread,

all about my room.