funny tonight’s menu should call for
coleslaw with the beans and knockwurst
such that carrots needed
to be peeled
and grated
and mixed

lovingly handling the roots
under water,
stripping them
of their skin
attempting to drag them
to achieve
the thinnest slices,
instead resorting
to a makeshift julienne
so that they and the cabbage
could achieve their vegetative coitus
in my mouth
with sundry other condiments

funny, in that, just last week,
I joyously partook in snacking on
baby carrots 
not one
not two
but three days
in a row,
each time ruminating on
just where in the world did baby carrots come from