You have your game-face on again; <br />The don’t-mess-with-me face that comes <br />With its own combative attitude. <br />Not pleased with being pleased, <br />You seem incapable of a smile; <br />Not a cheek-aching, ab-cramping, <br />Incontinent belly-laugh, <br />But something as simple as a smile. <br /> <br />Can you scowl in the presence <br />Of a four year old wearing <br />A Halloween costume <br />With cape? <br />Can you frown under the patient, <br />Steady, brown-eyed stare of a <br />Labrador coveting <br />Your plate? <br /> <br />Have you forgotten how to savor <br />The simple strawberry? <br /> <br />The story goes, a man in India, <br />While walking through the woods, <br />Encountered a tiger. <br />Well, being a wise man, <br />And quite astute, <br />He precipitously turned <br />And fled. <br />The tiger, with his own degree <br />Of wisdom and perspicacity, <br />And with a feline sense of humor, <br />Gave chase, <br />Until the man came to a cliff and jumped; <br />No blink, no pause, just a leap, <br />And falling, grabbed onto a sapling. <br />Hanging there, feet dangling <br />(Like a participle) <br />With one fist wrapped <br />Around the most paltry of sprigs, <br />The man spotted a strawberry <br />Growing nearby <br />Which he immediately picked <br />And ate. <br />It was a most delicious strawberry.<br /><br />Gary Witt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-most-delicious-strawberry/
