a poem about mutant toddlers

Jumping, screaming, singing, eating
take me away from that horrid wail

no, the spaghetti isn't ready,
and its not ready now either.

Fish are not for your mouth
They stay in the pond

you want a story? Once upon a time...
oh.. sorry, you wanted a story with you in it

yeah, it is very pretty
no its not for throwing

yes, dinosaurs did have very sharp teeth
no, you can't have one

Spit out the Butterfly!
please stop, that hurts it

no, pickles are not for sitting on
another snack? already?

Ok, you can have another hug
the name fits