Kumera (Description On Hating A Food)

Pale brown, it's disgusting rugged surface camouflages it in it's habitat, except it's on a ivory white smooth plate.  Scrunching, pure hatred  and disgust ungently changes my option to avoid to protestment.  Planning slowly.  Unturned, letting my emotions dance freely, my cheeks turn cherry red with uttermost anger.  Lingering carelessly, the aroma replicates it's real flavour. Gritting, my teeth painfully lock like a door, in guarding measures.  "Yuck."