Canned Spinach

For Day 5 of NaPoWriMo, I followed a prompt to write about something I dislike, and to be over dramatic if I want. So I decided to write about canned spinach, which I really dislike. Seriously, why change a perfectly good fresh spinach leaf into a canned, stringy, slimy, unrecognizable leaf? Here is my poem:

Canned Spinach
By Candace Shultz 

I hate canned spinach.
It has ruined the color green
With its slimy taste and texture
And unappealing appearance.
I believe it is an unknown substance,
So bitter and gross that it makes
Me want to vomit in my mouth,
Which makes it that much worse to eat.
If you put some slimy spinach on my plate,
My blood will boil and the spinach will fly,
And I will watch as it trails down your face
Like a snail secreting mucus as it slides.

 

 

* Author's note: I wouldn't truly throw canned spinach at someone, but I definitely won't eat it (I've already eaten it before a few times. I never want to eat it again.).