This post is part of a series of short stories and poems.
Day Twenty Four
When life
gets you down and you’re feeling
As blue as
the ink on your shirt
Just look
at the carrot you’re peeling
That just
had his face in the dirt
You don’t
hear him whining, now do you?
Not even
when losing his skin
He lays in
a pile and asks with a smile
Which soup
you are putting him in
I know it’s
a little unnerving
That’s absurd, I hear some of you say
But if you
will follow my point to the end
It might
change your blue-feeling day
So why is it carrots? You ask me
I am not
a vegetable, right?
Just repeat
that aloud
When you’re
in your dark cloud
And everything
will look more bright.
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