Ears of broccoli
Stringed in a bean with
Apple corns, milk of tea
And meat of a treat
Wrapped delicately
In
Lettuce husks
Baked in the sun's shade
Its sweetness is sour and
Bitter in tongue
While a sight to the eyes
It is colorfully grey
With a bowl of spoons
And a spoon of bowls
It is there on the table
Doing its thing
Dancing to the tunes
Of clicking tongues
It's screams in agony
Eat me!
Eat me!
Like a puppy on the rye
Eat me!
Eat me!
Or a bee pollinating glass flowers
Eat me!
Eat me!
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Labyrinth
PoetryPoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
