Miranda Hawley Poet Lyric

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 This is a beautiful plant, but it sure doesn't taste good at all.  Blechhhh!  For this parody open your hymnal to "Oh How I Love Jesus" and sing along to the tune.  

Oh How I Hate Okra

There is a food I hate to eat,
I hate it in my mouth
it taste like slime in my mouth,
the nastiest food on earth!

Oh how I hate okra,
oh how I hate okra,
oh how I hate okra,
the nastiest food on earth!

It has a flower on its top,
and grows in the garden dirt,
it looks like a small cylinder
upon a pretty plant stalk.

Oh how I hate okra,
oh how I hate okra,
oh how I hate okra,
the nastiest food on earth!

Its slimy when it gets cooked,
and slimy when its baked,
it taste like yuck in my mouth
the yuckiest food on earth!

Oh how I hate okra,
oh how I hate okra,
oh how I hate okra,
the nastiest food on earth!

Oh how I hate okra,
oh how I hate okra,
oh how I hate okra,
the nastiest food on earth!

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Linda Alice Fowler September 5, 2023 at 8:10 AM LOL Miranda. Why don't you just say what you mean! hahaha! I quite like okra honestly...I used to pick it from the garden as a kid and eat it right there! :)

Jan Allison August 25, 2023 at 4:55 AM oh i gagged even reading the title Miranda, i too cant understand anyone putting that slimy stuff anywhere near their mouth lol:-) hugs Jan xx Miranda Hawley August 25, 2023 at 5:22 PM Exactly!

Andrea Dietrich August 24, 2023 at 11:29 AM My Alabama friend came to Iowa where I lived and I recall another disgusting food her family ate: hominy, grits, stuff like that. Ugg. I am glad okra was not popular where I grew up. Good poem. Miranda Hawley August 24, 2023 at 5:14 PM So glad that the diversity in food is as vast as the diversity in people. That way we have options!

The Situation August 23, 2023 at 7:32 PM Oh how I love okra, Oh how I love okra, Oh how I love okra. Breaded and fried or with the slime. It was grandmas treat. Miranda Hawley August 23, 2023 at 7:35 PM That was an adorable response for my poem/song. I've had it the bad way (cooked), the way you have talked about, and baked on a pizza.

Victor Buhagiar August 22, 2023 at 1:51 AM Every one has his taste. I never tasted okra yo be sincere. Miranda Hawley August 22, 2023 at 7:08 AM You're not missing anything.

Shirley Hudson August 19, 2023 at 10:11 PM Well, I am from Oklahoma, where the fried Okra comes from. I love fried Okra, but you can have the slimy stuff. Haha. I was checking to see if my poem got on here; it didn't show last time, so when I saw your title, I snickered. I love your poem; you made my night. Thank you, awesome job. Miranda Hawley August 20, 2023 at 7:48 AM I've tried fried okra and I still didn't like it at all. I am glad I made your night. This was an easy write.

Kim Merryman August 19, 2023 at 6:06 PM Miranda, when I saw the title the first song I thought of was "Oh How I Love Jesus" it just fit the rhythm of the words. This was a great parody. I like fried okra but it has to be cooked right. Blessings, Kim M Miranda Hawley August 19, 2023 at 7:25 PM That is exactly the hymn I made a parody too. I love that song. Fried okra wasn't even impressive to me. As with all foods I do challenge anyone to fix something I don't like in a way that I at least don't mind. Okra has not passed that bar and I've had it a handful of ways.