I eat you in cereal all the time
Ahh yes! With cold milk!
But you were once juicy and plump
Purple or red? I don't know...
I only saw the death of you
When the sun had dried you out
My, how good you are!
You poor little things all
Shriveled, in a purple box
With sugar on top
All traces of moisture gone
No sweetness of juice
Or tenderness you were blessed
With on the vine
You've been baked with the
Sun's rays...bathed in it's light
For...days? I have no idea how long
I love the humiliation of grapes because
Every crevice and crack is drenched...
Maybe rolled in sticky dough
Cookies, anyone?
All warm and gooey...
The stuffing in turkey has them too,
Steamed with breadcrumbs and celery
With sweet carrots, shredded, a salad
Is divine!
In layers of pastry...oh my! Coffee cake?
Even better!
Oatmeal in the morning is no longer dull.
with them, all shriveled up.
In a Sunmaid box. Maybe your mom packed them
With lunch?
"Humiliated grapes"... Is there a rhyme for
"Raisin"?
I don't know...I just borrowed a line
From "Benny and Joon."
CES (C)2015.
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