89. Facebook or Twitter Status: Write a poem using the words from your latest status update or a friend's status update. If you don't use Facebook or Twitter, you can often search online for some funny ones to use as inspiration.
I seriously need to look at these prompts before I go and do stupid stuff...
The Beauty of Fried Okra and Root Beer
There are three things that make life worth living: Love, hope, and what you put in your mouth. But we all know the last one is the real reason for living.
Dear me, fried okra! Nothing can compare to it! Of beauty divine, of taste unmatched, of texture lovely. With a shell so crispy and golden, like a royal crown of grease! Can I ever enumerate the wonders of fried okra? Nay, this task is impossible. Shakespeare penned the words, "So you are to my thoughts as food to life." I believe this to be a direct reference to the gorgeous item called fried okra. Had I no thoughts of fried okra, how then is it even conceivable that life should exist?
Every bite of fried okra is succulent; the flavors and textures do a passionate tango on your taste buds. Even the size is commendable to Heaven. Each individual piece -- unique and yet equally lovely -- is neither grossly large or disappointingly small.
Fried okra is so unmatched in excellence that no other item of consumable nature compares, but that of root beer.
Is anything so enduring and so magnificent as root beer? Each dark drop of this rich liquid tickles the flesh inside of your mouth with delicious strokes of wonder. It slides down your throat so smoothly, with such low viscosity, I swallow before I intend to. Even the color is of enviable shades: like molten mahogany.
An older man asked me what pulchritude meant, thinking he was the only one with knowledge of its particular definition. I said it meant "Beauty." He, in turn, was impressed with my qualities of a connoisseur with words. Then I continued with, "In stricter terms, 'beauty' means a meal composed entirely of fried okra and root beer."
Tagging my okra student, ScarlettMC16; and my future, personal, fried okra chef, DeathsDragon; and the members of the prosecco club, who have graciously allowed me to join with my six-packs of root beer, Aviatrix427 and Addicted2Dragons.

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