Damn these Dino Nuggies

Damn these Dino Nuggies : A poem by gabrielle V

“I want my dinosaur nuggets NOW!”
the little spoiled brat screamed.
As I pull out the frozen bag,
I think, “what mad man engineered these!?”
Why don’t they make vegetables cute?
like carrot shaped stars,
Or broccoli shaped hearts?
This little brat is not my kid,
I’m just here to baby sit.
That’s what I try to tell myself,
to justify being an enabler.
It’s easier.
The job is nearly done.
I set the nuggets to air fry,
Pull out his, then pull out mine.
I am no better than this little brat is tonight.
Damn these delicious dinosaur bites.

Soooo I got some weird, wonderful news: I WON the latest writing contest hosted by the “Writers in their 30s” group over on Scribophile!

The prompt simple, DINOSAUR except it could only be 100 words!!!!

my brain immediately short-circuits to the most chaotic, domestic version of any concept.

The first image I had wasn’t a T-Rex skeleton in some crazy Jurassic park scene no….it was those processed, suspiciously shaped frozen chicken pieces.

The poem is about the struggle of some adults lives: trying to be healthy while dealing with a tiny human whose entire diet revolves around prehistoric shapes.

I must confess that I couldn’t resist making the babysitter “the responsible adult” fall victim to the junk food craving, too.

Thanks to the Scribophile group for the fun prompt! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I hear my microwave beeping.

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