Tuesday, November 30, 2010

The Brocolli Crown. A Haiku.



I eat thee with haste,
unrinsed, uncooked, raw.
Damned the aphids.

1 comment:

  1. I readily admit to this being a shameless and unimaginitive attempt to further lever my earlier success with the Shallot. But I have been hanging around this airport for nine hours already and boredom has hijacked my sense of literary ethics.

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