#852 – Just One Bite

Just One Bite
“…and if you don’t like it, I promise that you never have to try it again.”

I Won’t Like It

Strange fruit that’s set in front of me
is always worth a shot.
I’ll gobble with alacrity
and not a second thought.

And never, ever did you share
a tasteless type meat,
so I would trust without despair
a novel kind to eat.

I’ve never eaten ladybugs,
nor spiderwebs, nor flies,
and don’t require tasting slugs
to know to know what I’d despise.

But please don’t plead for me to try
this brand new food to eat:
My instincts tell me well that I
will not enjoy a beet.

Special mention to my Jessica Walker, who suggested “alacrity” for this poem. Jessica is a great mom and friend.

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