When I was a boy apricots were small
and sweet, no bigger than a golf ball.
At market recently imagine my surprise
to find apricots of near tennis ball size!
The modern culprit was as I suspected,
“growth hormones” had been injected.
And then this thought with sudden fear:
What if I ate these apricots for a year,
was there a danger that my normal height
of five-feet-three would jump to six-feet-eight
and, of greater concern to my vanity,
would my weight bloat proportionately?
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2020
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