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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