Eating you is crunchy. My love for you is soft.
The ringing in my ears is loud. You are my best
ambrosia and my best vice, sometimes I wish I
could snack on you, twice. But the main bunny in
charge at the carrot factory says “There just simply
isn’t enough mass market appeal to keep
production up to justify the costs, so we need you to
kill all the carrots.” Immediately, I wept. Then we
made our escape! -Everything I desired
and feared, you, sweet carrot, are it.
You are everything.