A Native Lament
When we first saw Columbus struggling ashore,
we were mildly amused.
Later, more well marinated mariners
brought with them
garlic, olive oil and tomatoes,
all of which we had no use for -
the tomatoes gave us acid reflux.
When they offered to feed us
an ugly and bitter edible
they called ‘broccoli,’
we knew
that we had to make war upon them.
No use!
In the end, we were defeated;
their garlic breath was too strong,
their pizza pie way too delicious.
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