My Dinner Plate

Heartlessly moaning, I stare uneasily at my dinner plate.

Tummy launching, heart whimpering at every beat.

I knew I had to fight.

With the green stubbed tree’s staring me down, I knew this wouldn’t be easy.

As the yelling begins I take my place on the battlefield.

The slow motions begins...

Regretfully, I use my last escape route.

Suddenly I hear the laughter coming from my plate.

I have lost!

I knew I would have to eat the evil, devastating broccoli!