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Jicama Heist By Juliette

By Anonymous
Jicama Heist 

Jicama, oh jicama wherefore art thou jicama?
Deny thy orange and refuse thy tray
And I swear, my love, they will serve you on every hot lunch day.

 And so, our story begins with the purge for jicama and the everlasting hunger for it.
There we were, eating our drab cheddar bunnies and cardboard pizza slices, longing for the juicy, crunch of jicama,
And then we saw it, the beautiful, pure white jicama.
So we double knotted our shoelaces and got in our stances, ready to make the run.
“GO, GO, GO, GO, GO!!!!”
Running up to the hot lunch window, crouching so that the lunch lady can't see us, reaching our arms up into the bins, and snatching the beautiful vegetable, and making a run for it.
Panting, we make it back to the classroom and revel in our newly won prize,
Chanting our happy poem,
“Jicama, oh jicama wherefore art thou jicama?
Deny thy orange and refuse thy tray
And I swear, my love, they will serve you on every hot lunch day!”


Know it by heart, and swear upon the magnificent, incredible juicy jicama. Juliette

See “ode to jicama” for more 
Juliette



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