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 2025
About the Writer
Lisa Roullard
Lisa resides in Salt Lake City, Utah, with her family and Onyx the black cat. Her poems for children can be found in Little Thoughts Press, The Toy, and Parakeet.
