Why Carrots Want to Be Marshmallows
They’ve had enough of underground.
They’ve had enough of crunch.
They’ve had enough of being sticks
that mom packs in your lunch.
They’re ready to be fluff and puff.
They’re ready to be squish.
They’re ready to melt over fire.
C’mon, they’ll be delish!
They’ve had enough of crunch.
They’ve had enough of being sticks
that mom packs in your lunch.
They’re ready to be fluff and puff.
They’re ready to be squish.
They’re ready to melt over fire.
C’mon, they’ll be delish!
This poem is copyright (©) Lisa Roullard 2023
About the Writer
Lisa Roullard
Lisa writes poetry for people (and possibly for animals too, although it’s hard to get a read on this). She resides in Salt Lake City, Utah, where she enjoys a view of the Wasatch Mountains on her neighborhood walks.
