Eater's litany

You are the apple and the banana,
the fresh grape and the strawberry.
You are the cream on the cupcake,
and the chocolate in the  hot milk.
You are the ice-cream in the hot summer
and the hot coco in the cold winter morning.

However, you are not the tomatoes,
the  most unsavory thing in the world.
or the  vegetable corrupt in the fridge.
And you are certainly not the balsam pear,
There is just no way you are the balsam pear.

It is possible that you are the black pepper sauce of the steak,
maybe even the salt in the  crucian carp soup.
but you are not even close
to being the pumpkin in the  porridge.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the green pepper,
nor the red pepper in the Wal-mart.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am watermelon in the summer.

I also happen to be the duck neck aroma,
the noodles with mixed vegetable,
and the orange juice with 100 percent pure.

I am also the matcha double skin with milk,
and egg tart with lots of raisins.

But don't worry, I am not the apple and the banana
You are still the apple and the banana.
You will always bethe apple and the banana.
not to mention the tomato and—somehow— balsam pear.

 

MY POEM