A Poem...

try it, try it
the nice lady said
of the sushi and oysters
I sniffed at in dread

so slimy, so soft
are foods that are raw
I pushed them away
with a hearty guffaw

how about liver?
she asked with a smile
as I stared at the plate
of dark meat in a pile

politely I asked
for something instead
so she offered bread pudding
on a syrupy bed

she offered me kale
as a cool veggie side
and a glass of soy milk
that I warily eyed

where are the burgers
where are the fries?
where are the sodas
and fresh apple pies?

eating new things
is all fine and well
except when you’re faced
with foods you’d expel

I packed up my things
and stood to my feet
when finally she offered
some pink pickled beets

I am running late
I spoke, slight annoyed
and drove straight away
to foods I enjoyed

the end