I feel hornswoggled,
and tricked.
I went to a dinner billed
as organic.
I was looking forward
to food extra clean,
something from
one of those magazines
full of people healthy
enough to fly,
women pure,
guys too strong to die.
After sitting down though,
I was filled with dread.
At the top of the menu
was something called
I got a funny feeling,
so I Googled the word.
Something in my stomach
began to churn.
I then bolted for the door
in a full fledged panic
Because I then fully knew
what my friend meant by

© Joel Tipple

Please and Carrots

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Would you feed me please
and carrots?
It’s what this little bit of me
most dearly loves.
For other children
it may be macaroni
but tender colorfully
grown fare
are what please me.

Would you feed me please
and carrots?
Just stay away from me
with those doughnuts.
They only make me feel slow,
I’m certain
don’t help me grow,
and surely
I perceive,
than no lunch.