My vegetables are my enemies
My mom tries very hard to please.
A carrot in a sword fight can’t be beat.
A carrot on my plate I cannot eat.
Peas, a game of marbles I can do.
Peas with melted butter taste like goo.
Don’t even put a radish next to me.
My mother makes them roses, pointlessly.
Turnips, I can’t say I understand.
Don’t even bother opening the can.
Brussel sprouts are agony.
Broccoli is mean to me.
She’s tried them alphabetically.
And none of them appealed to me.
I can’t imagine Mom could ever bring
A single green or growing thing –
– But wait – of all the things I’ve had,
Zucchini isn’t all that bad.
Chameleon,
Come Talk To Me
Chameleon, come talk to me.
Why do you change
So frequently?
Why can’t you stick
To brown or green?
Why would you wish
To be unseen?
With all those colors
Glorious
You’re really quite
Notorious
So scrumptious in
Those leafy trees
Foiling predators
Like me.
© Elizabeth Bushey
Illustration by Elizabeth Bushey
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