Carla chews celery.
Crunches, chomps, celebrates, conks.
Chromatic cigar.
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By Scott Christenson🌴6 days ago in Humor
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Lol, this is seriously absurdist writing. Why must she chomp so? Oh, the things I'm picturing... And I love the pic; I too, always put my bread and eggs loose in the door of my fridge, next to my milk...
lol love the Chromatic Cigar
“Chromatic cigar” … celery just got a new nickname. 😂 👏🏽
Thank you for sharing this short and playful piece of writing! The alliteration and repetition of "c" sounds throughout the three lines gave the poem a fun and lighthearted tone. I appreciate the creativity in using something as simple as chewing celery to create a unique and memorable image. Your choice of words and phrasing were concise yet effective in conveying the scene. Well done and keep up the great work!