“Why are you a vegan?”
Said Andrew Jones to me.
“Does your mum make you be one?
Do you have to drink herbal tea?”
“Don’t you wish you could eat this?”
He showed me the meat on his pizza.
“Have you ever even tasted fish?
You’d probably like it Jamila.”
“You can’t even drink milk can you?
Your mum must be ever so strict!
You can have some of mine if you want to,
Drink from the side I haven’t licked.”
“I feel sorry for you,” Andrew said
“If you’re not allowed egg and chips.
Does she make you eat raw seaweed?
And swallow your apple pips?”
I waited for him to stop talking,
He had a lot to get off his chest.
I began to think he didn’t want answering,
But then he gave his voice a rest.
“I’m vegan because I want to be,”
I told him. He looked unconvinced.
“Eating animal flesh is revolting to me.
Eggs are from chickens’ bottoms.” He winced.
“That milk was pumped out of inside a cow,
I don’t know how you can drink it.
You don’t need milk, you’re a big boy now.
Look at me, I’m healthy without it!”
“I don’t know why you think I’m weird being vegan
When my food is seeds, veg, fruits and nuts.
Don’t you think it’s weirder to eat dead bodies,
Stuff from animals’ innards, and things that come out of their butts?”
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