Inner Worth Poem by Leslie Alexis

There was one a case
When I chose not by face
But by the soul within,
Saw the end not beginning.
It happened when I chose
The breadnut, whose clothes
Was covered in rot,
As meat that one forgot.
Every crawling beast
Sort it out for their feast,
Yet it was it I did choose
For with the other I'd lose;
The big melon whose sound
Was hollow on the pound,
And said it was no good,
Though just that the skin construed!
And at the end of the day,
I went home, and with my fillet
I had me some sweet nut.
I pity he who chose the smut.

Copyright ©2010 Leslie Alexis