Recipe - Successfully
I tried to skin her, but no dice
Tried again, no luck twice
Cut her with a knife, an utter failure
So, I stood her up, tried to impale her
When that didn’t work, I felt like a jerk
Time for some hands-on handiwork
I shook her and squeezed her, out came her juice
All squishy and gushy, her moorings came loose
Honest to goodness, she smelled sweet from all angles ~
Mangoes taste best slightly chilled if serving them mangled
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2025
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