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.)