Quiet Teatime Moments
The carrot spoke too sweetly
The endives grew quite bitter
The lettuce folded neatly
Without a trace of grit or
Other impurity
The beef tomatoes, blushing,
The chillies gazing hotly
The kidney beans a-gushing,
With all mixed in the pot we
Rush out to the supermarket because we've run out of garlic bread.
| Contributors: | Apsley, fester, dkb, brevis. |
| Poem finished: | 5th September 2001. |