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Veggie
larrylark

He burst out of his shirt
 1
like spinach from Pop eyes can,
 2
tan the colour of beetroot
 3
sweat fell like chaff
 4
as he roared with laughter
 5
tongue pumped and pink
 6
as ladies fingers
 7
gave off great heat.
 8
 
 
Yet he was chilli to touch
 9
roughly skinned
 10
hair sprouting
 11
like pop corn from a tin
 12
a radish tint
 13
ran among his cauliflower ears
 14
and while he pea'd out beer
 15
beneath a mildewed moon,
 16
we did a runner, sweating cobs
 17
chasing down each face
 18
like knobs of butter
 19
on a potato plate
 20
while he wandered howling
 21
through a ploughed field,
 22
giving low yield.
 23

1 Oct 08

Rated 7.5 (8.3) by 2 users.
Active (2): 7, 8
Inactive (1): 10

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Ha.. that's great.
 — thirdeyris

Oh, it's you. I should have expected...
 — thirdeyris

oof -- 7 turns this middle-school epic into a middle-school epic. wasn't there anything else on t.v. you could copy from while you wrote this? ok, so maybe at 'china buffet -- american, chinese, japanese cuisines' this would be ok on the menu. you're right, not al poetry has to be poetry.
 — joey

Is this a Larry Lark special?  Can't imagine who else.  
 — Isabelle5

Yes!  By the way, Larry, you'd be surprised how often I think of you as I go through my day (wink).  
 — Isabelle5

Dear Isabelle

Life is full of surprises

Larry potato head Lark
 — larrylark

Joey

I can hear you groaning under the weight of your same old menu
 — larrylark

Hi thirdeyris

If you don't expect you will not receive.

Lary to give is everything Lark
 — larrylark

Hi Isabelle

I guess i always knew i had a tiny corner of your heart

Larry lathario Lark
 — larrylark

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