Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Ode

I'm itchy, I'm sticky,
I'm crunchy, I'm slicky.
I'm yum-o in gumbo and
I'll slide on your tongue-o (?!?)

I'm stout as a tree.
My bloom in the morning
Is blissful; a poppy--
But my leaf is as mean as can be!

Some folks won't come near me
While others are endeared to me.
Never a world I'd like to see
That didn't have my beloved OKREE!!

(I was inspired to write this Ode yesterday afternoon as I found myself in my garden in the 95 degree heat cutting okra from my eyeball-high plants. You just never know when the Muse will strike.)

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous13.8.09

    YOU ARE ON A ROLL!!!!

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