I LOVE CELERY
An absolutely true poem
by Marybeth Niederkorn, Poet Extraordinaire
Crunch crunch
Lick gulp
Peanut butter smear
Cannot swallow
Doesn't matter
Taste explodes
Chop chop
Rinse splat
Little stringy things
Darker green
Lighter green
Leaves on top
Pinch pinch
Poke grab
It's not slimy
Produce section
In a bag
$1.97
choke choke
sunstroke
idio apio
broken man
sweaty back
mmm boy, celery.
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