The Ballad Of
Salad
by Judith Mesch
Dairy is pallid:
Not so a green salad.
Having made lunch of a bunch.
Of celery sticks you won’t be sick
Or carrots, take your pick
Deli while munchable,
Is simply not crunchable;
Green beans won’t make you fat
Like a pat of butter on roll
Which takes its toll
As does the sole, in grease when fried
On either side, and fork is plied.
Artichokes are good for folks
And kohlrabi’s a harmless hobby.
While yams and zucchini
May be inconvinni
When raw to chaw
They improve a good deal
If you’re willing to peel
And to cook, stew or boil‘em
Which won’t ever spoil‘em
Or bake-in-tin-foil ‘em
Or mash ‘em and broil ‘em
Or just slightly oil ‘em
There’s really no limit
You can, also steam it
And ad infinitum
Too many to cite ‘em
So, if you will pardon,
Hats off to the garden
To roots and to greens
To peppers and eggplant
To melons and beans
A natural production
The grandest of scenes
Just one brief instruction:
Dig in, by all means. |
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