Poem of the Day

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My Greens

 

There’s a broccoli in my wardrobe

and a cucumber by my bed.

Something green was on my pillow

but now it’s green goo on my head.

 

There are lettuce leaves by my mirror,

some snow peas in my drawer,

and I think I saw a brussel sprout

lurking behind my door.

 

I don’t know what they’re up to

or what any of this means.

But if I want my bedroom to myself

I’d better eat my greens.

 

Kristin Martin
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #45

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