“The Artichoke Man”
When I was eating dinner last night, I got served an artichoke.
I don’t like artichokes so I started playing with it.
I had other vegetables that I did like
and I started playing with them, too.
My mommy said, “Don’t play with your vegetables, sweetie.”
but I didn’t listen so I used my artichoke as a man,
my peas as eyes, my carrots as arms and legs,
my corn was off the cob so I used it as a mouth,
seeds from my tomatoes as nostrils,
finally I used a red pepper as a scarf,
a green pepper as a hat
and a piece of tomato as a feather in the hat.
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Hello Kira Bey Wallace, so great to have you back at The Juice Bar!
I have missed your poems so much, I love how you write and see the world! You are a strong poet Kira Bey, keep writing my dear!
Love L.K. Thayer 🙂
Kira, you should be so proud of your creative self. Grandma loves you to the moon and back!
Kira, loved your poem. If you can’t eat them, join them together and make art. I will remember your poem for a long time. Thank you!
Kira says, “I’m glad you liked my poem.”
Kira, thanks for sharing your poem–it was great. I can picture your artichoke man and it makes me smile– I look forward to reading more of your poems.