Poor little guy
Husk hanging by a thread
Crisped by and by
Roasted, salted, dead
I split and shelled
Pistachio unbound
Nut grasped and held
Half-shell caught dangling down
Silk strand attached
Connecting catacomb
Brave worm dispatched
Poly to Monochrome
He'd found a home
Burrowed to the meat
No more to roam
Pistachi-ated treat
Though cooked not raw
This nestled worm inside
I latched my jaw
My gut still mortified
Poor little guy
Husk hanging by a thread
Crisped by and by
Roasted, salted, dead
