Eating Words

Eating Words

My mother said ‘go take a bath’

I said ‘I never will’

My mother said ‘you’ll eat your words’

I’d rather eat raw dill

Nobody ever eats their words

They probably taste quite bad

They’re obviously unhealthy

They really make me mad

I wonder if they’d taste

Better fried instead of raw

Or perhaps if I grilled them

If it’s not against the law

But now that I come to think of it

Words could make a good snack

Just stuff you face with ‘chocolate’

Or munch noisily on a ‘quack’

So when it comes to dinnertime

I make a special speech

‘I’ve contemplated what you said

A conclusion I did reach

From now on I’ll eat my words

I’ll eat them and I’ll laugh

I will do almost anything

Just don’t make me take a bath’