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Olive Silly Puns

A poem by Beverly Stock.

© Seamartini and Ba-mi |

The head said, “Lettuce eat and celebrate.”

The pit smiled, “Olive silly puns.”

“All in good thyme,” said Cumin.

“I don’t carrot all,'' said the Turnip.

White bread said, “Wait, I have a hunch!”

Rye proclaimed, “You’re loafing around.”

The peach sighed, “Shall we call a truce? I’m extending an olive brunch.”

Lactose said, “You’re really milking this for all it’s worth, aren’t you?

“Wheat a second,” the corn popped, “ You oat to say you’re sorry!”

“Back in the fridge!” Pecan cried, “Chef’s going nuts! They cut his celery!”


Beverly Stock is an American poet who delights in creating poetry that asks big questions about small moments, and inspires readers to revisit the little memories we so often overlook. Her work has been published by The Society of Classical Poets, The Chained Muse, Persimmon Tree, and LightenUp Online, in the UK. Visit and BeverlyStockPoetry on Facebook.

Olive Silly Puns

© 2021 Beverly Stock


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