Raw Lettuce Poem by Lamar Cole
Raw Lettuce
He had a food fetish.
He loved to eat raw lettuce.
It was an old habit.
He chewed it like a rabbit.
But he was healthy as a horse.
Eating raw lettuce gave him no remorse.
what do you get when you cross a rabbit with a horse? Another lettuce lover, of course.
Got to try that lettuce bit. Does it work for poetic depression too? Very amusing and original work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 2:31:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Well articulated and nicely crafted with conviction. An insightful creation written with a tinge of humour. Thanks for sharing.