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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 July 21, 2011 at 8:38 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 July 21, 2011 at 8:16 AM hey rach nice write, sounds like a horrible......whatever Okra is!!!!? David

Jay O'Neal July 21, 2011 at 7:40 AM Lovely write. Good work.

Ernie J July 21, 2011 at 7:37 AM Very interesting...