Poor thing,
teetering on the knife edge
of definition.
Neither fruit
nor vegetable,
but representing a squabble
between dietitians
and botanical intellectuals,
sliced and diced
into opposing terminologies.
Oh, my random, red darling,
my Solanum S. lycopersicum,
born of a deadly family,
but so innocent yourself--
believe me,
I am on your side.
I will comfort you
as you tremble on the vine
awaiting judgement,
caress your fragile skin--
(zzzick, zzzack, sharpen the blade).
Either way,
the two of us must agree to disagree.
And you, my darling--
I already know your fate
wedged between slices
of golden toast,
accompanied to your destination
with crisp-fried slabs
of pork and salt,
nestled
on an emerald bed of greens.
You are delicious, my darling,
the one conclusion
confirmed--
no argument there.
About the Creator
Alison McBain
Alison McBain writes fiction & poetry, edits & reviews books, and pens a webcomic called “Toddler Times.” In her free time, she drinks gallons of coffee & pretends to be a pool shark at her local pub. More: http://www.alisonmcbain.com/
Comments (1)
Nice one❤️😉