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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2 thoughts on “#852 – Just One Bite”
Fun poem! I once read somewhere that scientists believe we have to taste something more than a hundred times before we “learn to like it.” I used to think that phrase was only reserved for parents to use on their children, but apparently not. Thanks for sharing your poem.
Thank you for coming to read it!