Hot Food | POEM | Kids’ Poems and Stories With Michael Rosen


Hot Food We sit down to eat, and the potato’s a bit hot, so I only put a little bit on my fork and I blow til it’s cool, just cool, then into the mouth Nice. And there’s my brother, he’s doing the same til it’s cool, just cool, into the mouth. Nice. There’s my Mum, she’s doing the same til it’s cool, just cool, into the mouth Nice But my Dad; my Dad, what does he do? He stuffs a great big chunk of potato into his mouth, and then that really does it. His eyes pop out. He flaps his hands, he blows, he puffs, he yells, he bobs his head up and down. He spits bits of potato all over his plate, and he turns to us and he goes, “Watch out everybody, the potato is really hot!”

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