PWoF 2016 - Topic 01 - Sept. 22

[HaleINthewind]

Well Just happened to have a fry poem lying around from this morning after reading the prompt and being to shy to post. So here goes

I Didn’t Want to be a Fry


When the world bloomed,
I waited,
swaddled in a dirt cocoon.
I made meal plans with earthworms.

My bare body split and open,
becoming one with sharp cheddar, scallion flecked.
I can see the drool pooling, from my black truffle, Parmesan, kisses,
lip licking.
A golden crusted Knight,
a real ladies spud.

Now,
my golden dreams, held captive.
Restrained,
I wait in over salted shackles, under heat lamp,
festering.

Oh! Grubby mouths,
Please chomp me out of existence.