Im Never Blue With Blueberries
Oh how I love blueberries!
Those tiny round baubles of blue, energize my very being.
Soft, sweet pebble blues, floating in my yogurt
make my tongue dance and palate sing; of all fruits, they are my favorite.
Blueberries raw or baked in a pie; blueberry cobbler, muffins or juice;
it matters not the form I enjoy; blueberries keep me from being blue.
Except for when, my cat, swallowed a blueberry muffin wrapper and got her stomach pumped; but that was an accident you see; she loves blueberries, like me.
If I were reincarnated as fruit, I’d want to be a blueberry;
to be eaten and highly cherished by, a blueberry devotee like me.
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