Grasshoppers, a poem

Tis the season for nsenene but what can we tell you about grasshoppers that you don’t already know? Instead, wordeologist, popped in to write a poem about them. Enjoy.

Grasshopper
sprang from nature’s bosom
a bouncing delight
a pinch of this, a sprinkle of that
the season’s culinary gift

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they’ve sated appetites for millennia
ancients revelled in their flavours
were caught in their mania
awaited them with seasoned savour
hopping mad with cravings

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What is it that inflames such debauchery,
a fiery passion for but a simple taste.
They come in droves,
and thus assuage the guilt of their captors.
They float free and pure
untainted and healthy for sure,
Nature’s bounty, delicious and delectable

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So we grasp them with fervour
lure them with bright lights
Spell bound by an aphrodisiac we cannot resist,

fry them neat or spice-in some heat
the results are always binding,
and the craving persists

Grasshopper
green and brown with flavour
a springing cuisine

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