This post is part of a series of short stories and poems.
Day Thirty Two
Cauliflower,
cauliflower
Lost my
head with you
You caul-ed
my name
I quickly
came
Now what am I to do?
I should be
steamed
At what you’ve
done
My stomach is upset
You crucifer,
it’s just no fun
To live
with the floret
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