July 5, 2010

MY APPLE CRY

I swear I heard my apple cry
when I pierced its spotted red skin
with my serrated plastic knife.
The apple cried to the celery sticks
and the baby carrots as well,
witnesses all to this painful act.

So, somewhere the celery would write
and the baby carrots grow up to read
the tale of the hungry man and this awful act!
“Please,” the three of them pleaded,
“eat a cheeseburger instead!”

By Anthony Buccino
Copyright © 2010 by Anthony Buccino, all rights reserved.

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