The carrot eater

The carrot eater

As the evening sun
went down
the carrot eater
shuffled into town.
In an alley
he chose a carrot,
dizzying orange
at one end
and tempting
brown yellow
at the other end.
He took it
in his hands,
caressed it,
smelt it, gave
one tender bite,
shut his eyes
in total bliss.

The carrot,
yearning for
more of his
loving bites,
gave up its
fake vanity
and whispered,
take me to
your dining chamber
and relish me,
without adding
salt and pepper.
The rest
is history.