Our ancestors
Of those of the mankind
Which irony is but
Has had discovered
A clay is hardening in fire
Where they threw their game
Into the fire covered in the clay
With this a cookware had appeared
And a boiled food
You are, consuming boiled carrot
Acquire better beta-carotene
Which good is for your VIEW
Apparently THE you
Were meant
TO be discovering this trait
So means this that
You were meant to be discovering
The food have to be boiled
In order top extract
The beta-carotene
You were meant
TO be discovering the cooking
And nutrition
Value
Yet value of the foods
Is different from that of the the entertainment
However not if this isn't a cooking show
japanese chickens
produce for bright orange egg yolks
carotene diet
off putting maybe
salmonella neutralized
safe and edible
At the coffee shop, a chap walked in,
Ordered a latte, wore a sly grin.
With a carrot, he stirred, no spoon in sight,
Perplexed, I stared, as my thoughts took flight.
The buzzing barista continued her work,
Same as the patrons, did not notice the quirk.
In loud sounds of chat, my mind left to wander,
A carrot in coffee? A concept to ponder!
No others had noticed by time he had gone,
And I said, "WTFWT, on this very dawn?"
The insanity of sighting a veggie conductor,
Beta carotene coffee? A caffeine constructor!
Alas, I sipped my drink, a secret to declare,
Not java but whiskey, the truth now laid bare.
A twist in my brew, a profound virtuoso,
Special ingredient that gives coffee its mojo.
The buzz in the shop matched the buzz in my cup,
Unraveled the mystery of the orange root foul-up.
At end, the coffee shop's great unsurprise,
Was due to my whiskey, not his carrot supplies!
Mall Fountain flows, bubbles in mouthy foam,
colorless coloring of a mood therein, roams
Moniker sigel flavors of the day to go with my coffee, tip tip cup, aaah, swallow, gush, rush of
galavanting display, Victoria's Secret
Pushup bra pushing Angels of Morphine drip
in my mind's filthy blackboard film strip
Piping in, a Food Court
Of my mind
(FYE) and mine
(Pipe in mouth) like a ClassE Professor
Hot Topic's,
Bed, Bath & Beyond, my capacity
Walking Adverts, seasonal signs
Perfumed breeze, passing by the escape rooms, whoooshed to please,
aligned with what's in store to find
I am like a kid in a CandyStore, (Sees)
"God's VelveStein Rabbits",
holding themselves out as carrots
with juice of carotene
[Salivating like cartoon wolf in meme]
Here comes the
"Last Man Left in the Amazon",
agained-themed daydream
So, I am a Man Pig
Standing by Spencers' Gifts, ...to me
"Sue me, sue me"
~(Supertroopers)
P.S. ( O i'm mostly kidding)
The carrot truck was full of carotene so good for the bunny brigade.
It is marvelous having this produce today said the garden in the glade.
He felt badly because his carrot crop had been wiped out with disease.
But the bunnies were unloading these healthy ones without a tease.
Don’t worry, said the daddy bunny, my kids are anxious to work.
They were not the kind of workers to dawdle, lay around or shirk.
They had that carrot truck unloaded in a few minutes that day.
So, the produce man could swiftly drive his truck back to the bay.
My carotene heart is bursting with orangeness
The zestiness inside me has created my zany urges
I am ready to be harvested; can you not see my verdant roof?
It is sticking out of the ground with my well rounded head.
I am crazy in love with the soil, but will be eager to be plucked
For I know someone will exclaim with delight at my crooked prettiness.
If there was a Miss Carrot contest, I would surely win it.
Self-confidence is oozing out of me into the soil as I speak.
The sun is up; the two-legs will be arriving shortly.
I stand up as high as I dare, feeling the warm sun
Admiring my healthy attitude and my healthier ways.
I can help you with your eyesight people.
Do you see me? Do you?
I stretch out in a variety of positions
Trying to look my sexiest.
My frothy green leaves
A sensual contrast to
my blazing hot skin
My carotene is rising rapidly
I can feel my cheeks flush
If broccoli does not get here soon.
Was that a footstep?
I gasp. Hold my breath.
Waiting. Onion walks in.
What are YOU doing here? I ask him.
He sees what I am about.
Begins to stammer apologies.
Looking everywhere but at my carrot skin
He is a simple man, pure, chaste, a man of the cloth.
Broccoli asked me to tell you he would be late,
He stammers. I pulled the snap peas around me.
And can barely look at him the next day at church.
A baby was born with carotene skin and left
on a Senator’s doorstep in Washington.
This neonate’s pigment was reddish orange,
bright too, unusually garish.
How will we label it? The lawmakers fretted
when the Senator took it to the Capitol Building
to try and find it a home.
It is not black, not white, not caramel, not pink, not yellow.
It is not an albino, it is carrot-colored.
How will it pay taxes? A Senator married to an I.R.S.
agent wondered. “It will not be able to fill out a W-2 properly.”
What will we label it? The senators all worried, crowding around for a look.
“How about you label her baby?” a visiting four-year-old child suggested.
Carcinoma, melanoma sick twins
Inside their innocuous hosts grin
For surface tension brings no chagrin
Another, common diagnosis will time lend
Healthy cell structures to amend
Immune systems with guile befriend
In state of denial, journey begins
Signs not to the human eye hidden
But worry has healthy mind forbidden
Asbestos, carbon dioxide, dioxin
Immune filters will certainly fend
Smoking, over eating, years of gin
Only near life's end wages will append
Per chance through pore seeps pathogen
To rally antibody troops always an antigen
Discolored figment under skin
Bright pigment from allergen
A red rash can dry with benzine
Yellowish splotch need carotene
Brownish bump harmless toxin
Black mole surely genetic origin
Benign cyst lacking needed vitamin
Purplish lesion can cure with Neosporin
Small lump only a gland that's swollen
Goiter rarely takes malignant spin
If carrots peeled for dipping, cut in strips
could keep their beta-carotene, yet taste
like crackers Ritz when placed upon my lips,
What bliss! But they do not. Ah! - such a waste!
And if that low-fat yogurt which they're dipped in
Were luscious onion-flavored sour cream;
and if instead of water I sipped sin-
a frothy shake the flavor of my dream;
Oh, what nectar on my tongue that I would feel
if everything nutritious tasted sweet,
and dull or nasty foods could just taste real
like melted cheese, potatoes fried or meat.
If only what I hated tasted good,
I'd diet not, but eat all that I could!
Just a silly oldie from my dieting days!!!
Who waves the flaming brand? I really think I know.
Arrayed with fiery arms, He puts on quite a show.
The artist of autumn, in a dazzling display
Of sweet gums, and red maples—takes our breath away.
Summer fades to fall, trees give up their green,
Transformed by master design, red, yellow, serene.
Peacocks fluff their feathers; mocking birds busily sing,
Formidable autumn is a daunting thing.
Chlorophyll gives way to radient carotene hues,
Bright with fall wardrobe, wearing color clues.
Clap your hands O beauty, sing into the wind.
Share boundless blessings, blushed in scarlet blend.
Heaven shouts approval; people show amaze,
At your brilliant garments, displaying coats ablaze.
Leaves parade golden in fall’s nippy breeze.
We are highly joyful—God does things like these!
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