by Ron Lunde
Look,
Pink's for noses, like my cat's,
Green's for leaves, or maybe parrots,
Brown's for cocoa or fruit bats,
And Orange's just the thing for carrots.
Bite,
A clean snap, molars chew,
Vegetable of hearty satisfaction.
Not like okra, ooh what goo,
Where teeth don't get no traction.
Chew,
Sometimes though, a bit of grit
Hit's filling, and you'll hurt
You'll grimace then, and out you'll spit,
A bit of carrot dirt.