POEM OF TAKING CHANCES
Oh, My Brussels Sprouts
Do you have childhood food memories that traumatized your taste buds and now spark them to dance?
Oh, My Brussels Sprouts
Parents’ coaxing with bribes elaborate in kind Close your eyes, plug your nose Hum a tune, pulverized chewing Grab a napkin; hey, look over there
Childhood horrors of coughs, gags, cries Being told to just try some bites You won’t need to eat it next time Or until your youthful mind forgets
Taste bud graduation, eating disorder recovery Textures roll, tastes explode, aftermath basking Fragrantly clothed with an olive oil dressing Sea salt, pepper, tender sprigs of basil
Oh, my Brussels sprouts! Sincere apologies Your size, shape, strength, and purpose Priceless pleasure, healing memories No trades or bribes, more, please!
I was in a serious but ironically silly mood today, so this is what came of it. Thanks for reading.
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