Theresa Ann Moore

Rookie - 0 Points (1940 / Michigan, U.S.A.)

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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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 14, 2010

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