Poetry on a subject as divisive as Marmite: feet.
Before fruit baskets it was just a bunch of grapes the sick got given. It made sense that while in hospital with nothing to do they’d have plenty of time to tread grapes for wine, a drink essential to healthy wellbeing, big pans left under the bed for anytime they fancied a little squish of fruit beneath feet and between toes.
However, thanks to advances in medicine the sick are no longer as ill as they used to be, and these days can be given whole fruit baskets so their time convalescing can be spent creating not just vino but also all sorts of juices and smoothies as well.
Who knows, but at this rate it surely won’t be long before the unwell are able to operate micro breweries and small artisan patisseries while recovering too.
Perspective is a powerful thing; capable of making even the most modern technology feel a wretched inconvenience.
Thoughts on the difficult emotion presented in the form of verse
A four part series on the joys and disappointments of fruit. Number Four: Banana
A four part series on the joys and disappointments of fruit. Number Three: Apple
A four part series on the joys and disappointments of fruit. Number Two: Lime