Beets by...Ugh...

Thou disgusting bride of sweetness...

I have squashed my beef with squash;

My Brussels have sprouted some positive benefits...

But you, inspiring my mother to provoke my tongue

Against my stomach, deserve to hear my thoughts...

You repellent punk of a taste test.

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I remember the look of that fair root

(some become so redundant that they call you 'beetroot';

garbage in is garbage out - dictionaries can't wash out your stain).

You soil the earth with your lie of a life;

You tortured me at that table too often.

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Was I at all fooled? Was I deceived by you?

Indeed...you looked like the dark twin of cranberry sauce.

Some sourness to be expected when I saw those evil discs of lies.

But the same old disappointment always returned to me.

And the roots made me feel like I belonged in the ground.

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May the good Dr. Dre please forgive my title.

I could not find another well-greased path to the repellent bulb

I felt compelled to slander and mock among all those other tastes

(too many have disturbed me with your wrong hates - marshmallows, anyone? ;)

Final thought: may there be a final virus to destroy you all...

Beet it.

:/

*Okay, I will be adding some of the other entries here...even the wrong ones (and no, embedding does not always work for me - need a special tutorial to figure it out):

https://vocal.media/poets/sausage-gravy-the-og

https://vocal.media/poets/marshmallows-how-deeply-i-despise-thee#comment-f29e45cd-9f11-4d45-8d59-995cc815119e

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