Theresa Ann Moore
Radish Fever - Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
Someone sold me a packet of radish
seeds… the appearance of the illustration
made my mouth water with expectation
I spade the ground and planted with elation
As each leaf popped I smile and hoped
the little sprouts would have tender roots
Stems grew thick and foliage spread…
I began to search in desperate pursuit
No bulbous spheres of red and white...
it is past time for them to firming up
Searching the row of blushing contestants
I spotted one…gosh, it's as big as a turnip
This is jolly great… let's wash it and taste
Oh Holy Heat! My mouth is flaming hot...
over satisfying wants…insanely blistering...
Exceeding expectations… going over the top!
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