Shrimp Cocktail

May 22, 2009
By Kendra Ost BRONZE, Whitefish, Montana
Kendra Ost BRONZE, Whitefish, Montana
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Orange
pink
and white
headless shrimp
They no longer swim in water larger than a blimp.
Their bodies are still,
their tails still attached.
They once were free,
but today they were my catch.
When I caught you, you were all gray
That’s what you were supposed to look like,
until I found you today.
You are now hanging from a glass dish so cold,
You’re lifted and dipped into red spicy sauce that’s three minutes old.
As you are swished in my mouth like you were in the ocean,
My jaw crushes you in my mouth with a circular motion.

The author's comments:
In creating we had to write a poem about our favorite food and describe it in a poetic form.

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