~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

The Morning Carnage

By

Quest-YELLOW-Thanks Schnujo

Before the brew that transforms the morn
I dip and scour in the freezer's depth
With the butcher's stealth and scorn
Select my victims with bated breath.
Potatoes snuggling, bell peppers plump,
Radishes withered, sweet gourd in half
Tomatoes so blushing in the dump
Of all together, I wash them rough.
Knives a-glitter on the cutting board
I sort the menu for the meals
The peeler first to de-skinning prod
Indifferent to the plant-life kills.
Different shapes for each one dish
Different assortments do I group
Tomatoes go with chillies to whisk
Spices' melee for the morning soup.

The slaughtering ends with the micro's song
A balanced meal to the table throng.





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