What is Lettuce ?

Joaquin Finn


You Never really know someone until it's 3am,
And you're both lying in bed too hot to sleep ,
Too tired to function.

That's when you see someone ,
At their least conscious ,
That's when he started asking me about the origins of the Lettuce.
"Why it is called iceberg ?"
"Who see this leaf and think to eat ?"

I remembered then he was Hungarian ,
When he couldn't remember how to say tired ,
And he thought you pronounced opened
"Open Ed"

I watched the moonlight bathe his chest ,

At 3am with a lack of rest , 

That's when I knew him best .

  • Author: Brendon Corey (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 4th, 2017 02:03
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 32
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  • Goldfinch60

    Good write and very true.

  • burning-embers

    Now that's clever, i like that.

  • Frank Prem

    Nice work. Enjoyed this piece.

  • FredPeyer

    Hate to tell you this, but Hungarians actually come from a different planet. But at 3am they become human.
    Love your poem!

  • Louis Gibbs

    When the fa├žade is down we see each other best. A well written truth, Joaquin!

  • orchidee

    A fine write J. What is lettuce? Something we must never feed to guinea pigs (ours included here at home). It makes them ill. They can have cabbage, carrots, etc though.

    • Michael Edwards

      Nor rabbits in great quantity - gives them the runs and they fast enough as it is.

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