My Carrot
I love the orange coloured skin
My carrot has to tempt my eyes
I love the crunchieness within
Which with my teeth I realise
I munch, I chew, I taste the juice
The sweetness of the central core
Willingly I let seduce
This vegetable, this paramour.
There is no finer time than this
A summer's sunset in a field
A carrot slowly chewed is bliss
My soul is calm, my stomach filled.
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