Bold Briny Beetroot
Bold, briny beetroot is my heart and soul,
The very bottom of my intellect,
A swarm of bees inside me that connect
My heart to all the world, the wondrous whole
That is the universe. I'm like a mole,
Still delving underground, where I bisect
A garden just above me. You detect
My presence underneath you, where I roll.
I'm in the earth, I'm in the very dirt
Beneath your feet, like beetroot as it grows
Red in the red dirt, lovely in wide rows,
Inactive, inexpressive, and inert.
I have been hurt by beetroot, deeply hurt,
But beetroot is my all, as it well knows.
The very bottom of my intellect,
A swarm of bees inside me that connect
My heart to all the world, the wondrous whole
That is the universe. I'm like a mole,
Still delving underground, where I bisect
A garden just above me. You detect
My presence underneath you, where I roll.
I'm in the earth, I'm in the very dirt
Beneath your feet, like beetroot as it grows
Red in the red dirt, lovely in wide rows,
Inactive, inexpressive, and inert.
I have been hurt by beetroot, deeply hurt,
But beetroot is my all, as it well knows.
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