Food Fior Thought Poem by Kay Moore
Food Fior Thought
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
Thursday, February 14, 2013
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