I Will Not Eat Beets
All, please see, there is no way to make me eat
this taste-ache food, more awful than green peas;
not served cold, not cooked hot, not fresh or old.
Even my Father’s pleas in whispers or loud shouts,
could not make me fake bite it for a napkin spit out.
I would sit ‘till midnight for I would surely die,
or throw up and cry, if I tried even one small bite.
Even as a grown-up person, my aversion worsened.
Do not tell me if stored in a friend’s own kitchen!
People who use swords to fork salted cardboard
seem less dooming those maintaining a food hoard
complete with canned gross eats of yucky-sucky beets.
I never tried a fresh one, luckily, Dad couldn't afford one.
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2018
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