Kay Moore


Food Fior Thought - Poem by Kay Moore

I spied a carrot, on a plate,
In meditation, bout his fate.
Will I be diced, and dropped in stew,
Casserole, or cheese fondue?
Or eaten raw, fresh, crisp and munchy,
By a hungry health freak,
In their mid-day lunchy.


Copyright (C) February 2013

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Back in '81 the poems were shorter, the older I am the longer they are

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 14, 2013



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