A Challenge: I Do Not Understand Beats. Do You?

actually beets

come in different shapes

I have discovers some

whose shape is lean and long

cylindrical, and slender

and -yes

so very tender?

not sweet? you say... I say

mine are, packed with

carbohydrate sugar... and tasty

in my borscht

but You are not

speaking it seems of the beets

you mean the beats

so I suggest you hear the

words

as they spill at your feet

forget the terms

trochaic and inverted

pentameter

or you'll become pent up and stiff

much like Dick and Peter...

oh my

I think I made a Freudian slip it seems

but you know what

I mean

Marvelous!, a triumph!! A shallow grave has been prepared in Westminster abbey's poets corner. If I did have one teeny weeny critism it would merely be that you might want to change most of the words and put what's left in a different order.

Beets, beets, beets.

They are pretty but not so sweet.

I’ve tasted some

Where I’ve succumbed

To delight and the bite

But why do the store-bought ones

Lack originality

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hope this helps ( but I'd be stupefied if it did)

It's all in the beats:

Beets, beets,

They're pretty, not sweet

I've tasted some

Where I've succumbed to

Delight, bite,

Though store bought aren't right

Not as tasty, not as bright...

Beats, beats

The silence is a tweet

I've written some

Be it clever or dumb I

Fight, write

Or stay up all night

Not quite winning your delight.

The beets we eat we grow ourselves

no shop bought ones on kitchen shelves

for finer fare you will not taste

no need to scorn and then to waste

home grown is nothing short of sweet

and is the best that you can eat

insipid never comes to mind

I dig to see what I can find

a 14 yr olds answer

granny ate some beets

and the beets were loaded

jumped in the bed

and the bed exploded

she reached for the pillow

she reached for the sheet

did a 50 yard dash

to the toilet seat,

what color was them beets?

there is stuff all over my floor

I ain't cleaning it..

you better hire somebody..

I won't attempt to finish the poem because it is utterly perfect just as it is - perhaps the most moving statement of the human condition that I have ever read.

But here is a beauty tip. Bathe in beetroot juice. It is good for the skin.

but why do the store bought ones

seem to be so plain

and the ones from my garden

vibrate like they have been sprinkled with rain

I know they all come from the earth

they are all from the ground

they are all the same color

they shape is pretty round

I still see something more

in the ones I grow on my own

it's like they have more meat on the bone

They can be the same size

but they feel more alive

so if you can grow a garden

I suggest you take that dive

Beets, beets, beets,

I stomp them with my feets,

I've tasted some,

Beet borscht is dumb

They stain my white

Shirt when I bite,

Beat them beets..

I love beetroot, that luscious seductive colour

is enough to get the juices stirring and flowing,

into unthinkable temptations...

Serve chopped, with parsley, garlic, a dash of

Balsamic and a drizzle of fine olive-oil.....Enjoy!

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