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An Okra Insult

*Written as my hands are still burning from picking this vile vegetable* "An Okra Insult" By Rachel Heffington My wrath is on thee, Okra I would dearly love to choke ya' If you hadn't quite so many little hairs. For they always make me itch, In a manner fiery which Isn't pleasant when the heat of summer flares. Oh, you have a pretty blossom But your smell is like a possum And when cooked you make a gorgeous, slimy brew. And you prick and itch my arms With your ticklish, burning charms Till I'd gladly run your vital system through. You bring lots of money, though From the people who don't know All the evil secrets hidden in your heart. And I sell you at our stand Though you bite and sting my hand-- We're a partnership...I guess that is a start?

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Rachel Heffington

Date: 7/21/2011 8:38:00 AM

Haha. :) David, okra is a vegetable that is best described as looking.....well....it doesn't really look like anything else. It's kind of the shape of a chili-pepper, but bigger and it grows on a plant that looks like a mix of hibiscus and cotton. The vegetable is used as a base for lots of Cajun dishes, including Gumbo, and people fry it. :) It's covered in a ton of little hairs that stick to your hands and makes you itch like fire!:) Thus my rant. ;)

David Williams

Date: 7/21/2011 8:16:00 AM

hey rach nice write, sounds like a horrible......whatever Okra is!!!!? David

Jay O'Neal

Date: 7/21/2011 7:40:00 AM

Lovely write. Good work.

Ernie J

Date: 7/21/2011 7:37:00 AM

Very interesting...