The Grocery Line

I want to share with you all one the millions of reasons I love my Faebala. She wrote this for me last night:

Mango No. 5
By Fae

To break this artichoke's heart
has sent me into a fit of sage.
As you kicked me to the carb,
you set this clockwork orange off
like a ticking thyme bomb-o.
So you can keep your Vitamin C:
I'll take the bread and mustache combo.

Doesn't make sense to you? That's okay. No one really gets it but us, and we're ridiculously amused by ourselves. This is from a series of poems, lovingly called The Grocery Line, written by both of us, usually to make the other laugh on a bad day.