Index of Other People's WritingAye, throw the nasty stuff away!
Long has it browned in here
And though it was tasty in its day
Time has turned it bad, I fear:
The lumpy mix of green and red
Once heralded our joy -
But now it's brown and so instead
The goop we must destroy.Our tongues, once red with peppers' heat
(Yet avocado-cooled)
Will no more feel quite so elite:
Chartreuse was overruled.
No more our favorite dip shall live
To be our party's crown.
The fridge was so insensitive
It turned our green to brown.Oh, better that we'd finished it
Before it got so old
And ate it all up, bit by bit,
'Till none was left to mold.
The dip, consuméd in its time
Would never fade in fame,
But remain to us a paradigm:
True guacamole's aim.