No More

No more for you,

You’ve had your fill.

Your plate is piled 

High.

I scooped and scooped

And watched the hill

Climb up toward the

Sky.

Soon, I could no longer

Reach my arm to

Place another

Drop.

I tried and tried and

Stretched, but I still

Could not reach the

Top.

If you decide that

You want more, well,

First you sure will have to

Eat

What is on your

Plate before I

Ever give you more of

Me.