Look into the potato's eye,
Carefully guide the sharp nose of the peeler.
Surround the furry brown knot
With a ripping cut
Thrust and lever the little cone
Tear the seed from its fleshy host.
Congratulations champion,
This is one spud
That will never bud,
You are now a vegetable abortionist.
1 comment:
This is a very cute little poem, mixing metaphysical metaphors.
As a result of this surgery, the patient also loses site, being unable to view its' current location, which is a blessing, really, considering its' immediate and ultimate destinations.
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