What will I be when I grow up?A Poem by andrew mitchell
When I grow up dad
I want to be in a field with other spring onions swaying in the breeze of pastures green. Won't happen son! You're gonna end up like me soon picked out for a salad. Bye Dad! Bye son! What am I gonna be when I grow up? said baby carrot. You're going to be pulled by the hair son then peeled, diced, steamed and served up with other vegetables. Or you could be cut into quarters and served with salad. That's terrible Dad! I know son, Blame it on the vegans! When I grow up I'm going to be a gourmet cabbage! No you won't son. You're gonna be fed to the goats. No one likes cabbage. Mum, what will I be when I grow up? said the little lamb. Sorry dear, you're going to be slaughtered, placed on a lovely tray in a butcher's shop, and advertised as lamb loin chops to be bought and dished up. Will I be popular Mum? Yes! You'll will be star of the meal. What's going to happen to me Dad when I grow up? We will be eaten son! We are the chosen ones, part of the food chain! Love you Dad! Love you too son!
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5 Reviews Added on June 16, 2019 Last Updated on June 16, 2019 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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