Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Grapes of Wrath

The grapes were green and really huge
And surely had appeal
(Forgive the unintended pun)
But they were not a steal.

For when the cashier placed them,
In their bag, upon the scale,
The customer in front of me,
Who heard the price, turned pale.

"Ten dollars for a bunch of grapes?"
Her face reflected panic.
The cashier calmed her down -
"I'll take them off - but they're organic."

I know "organic" makes folks think
Such food is that much better,
But it's not worth it if it makes
The purchaser a debtor.

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Hannah Borke August 28, 2019 at 4:19 PM Reading this reminded me that I have forgotten-grapes in my fridge. Going to have some right now.

Robert Pettit December 13, 2017 at 5:49 AM I see this writing has nothing to do with the classic John Steinbeck novel. Nevertheless, it's another quality write that I have come to expect to see from you.

Anne-Lise Andresen November 20, 2017 at 3:08 AM - I bought a grape tree in spring this year ... I got my own grapes :))) - They were very organic :))) - A lovely poem, Ilene - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Jan Allison November 18, 2017 at 3:12 PM Just because it's labelled 'organic' doesn't make one bit of difference except to the price! lol No way would I purchase them I'd rather do without:-) I do so enjoy your wonderful rhymes Ilene:-) hugs jan xx