National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Thursday, 3 April 2025

Beetroot



Be pickled, steamed, cooked or raw
This root is something I do abhor
who want to eat a plate of gore
I really hate beetroot 

Its vile and looks as if it's bled
It's turned my food a nasty red
My dinners now on it's deathbed
I really hate beetroot 

It colours scarlet, now it's pink
It's even dyed my blooming sink
The juice looks like a vampire drink
I really hate beetroot 

What is it doing inside me
I darted to the loo you see
The toilets red so is my pee
I really hate beetroot 

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