In defence of vegetables

I bet you never met a girl

With a sentimental attachment

To something sharp?

I have a favourite knife.

I use it to cut  the things that make me cry,

I began with onions.

Never trust a hurting woman

I on the other hand

Am perfectly good to trust with your home-growns

And your town-fetcheds

Some nights it’s bliss,

preparing vegetables

for one.

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