There's Always Room for Vegetables

O! how full the cupboards

had been;

full of enough victuals

to feed a couple fattened

by evening meal rituals.

O! how full of pastas

and sauces,

exotic tea boxes,

and chocolates

to eat or bake with.

O! how full the cupboards

had been;

until, one day,

the vegetables had had

their fill of sitting still,

and carted to the landfill

all foods that filled

the stomach,

but made one a lummox.

O! the revolting shrill

of the good wife

(used to the good life);

and O! the resounding clap

of her husband's fat

as he collapsed flat on his ass!

"O! how full the cupboards

had been", they cried!

But up they hushed

when they spied

the vegetables.

And, salivating,

they made a soup

of lentils and carrots

and potatoes;

and then baked

garlic cloves and onions

into flour-dusted,

honey-crusted,

savory rolls--

and when their bellies

were full, they felt sillier still

for having never appealed

to vegetables for a meal.

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