she's easily excited by lettuce
in a large bowl,
crisp and green,
hearts of romaine,
even ice berg
melts her proverbial
butter.
throw in some chives
and tomatoes,
cucumbers cut and skinned,
a red onion
bared clean and trimmed.
some shredded carrots,
olives too,
not your canned, but
the expensive ones
by the gourmet food.
bring her a bowl of lettuce,
call it a salad
and she's yours until
the sun goes down
when she staggers home,
starving, wishing
she had that grilled
and greasy quarter pound.
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