[The Thin Man]

My Friend, The Carrot

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.

[JustAmy]

Good Morning or Good Evening, T Man.

Thanks for sharing that poem with us.

We are looking forward to many more from you.