Thursday, October 1, 2009

A poem from one who is not a poet

Here's the poem I promised a few entries ago.

Oh, deadly nightshade,
You mysterious bundle of DNA,
Perhaps you knew we were coming.
You killed some of us, but
You spawned many tasty cousins:
Potato, tomato, eggplant, and peppers.
Your cousins, too, are toxic
Except for the parts we eat.
So intriguing, your beautiful toxic flowers
And your often delectable fruit.
Both feared and admired; Solanaceae,
I thank you
for forcing me to pay attention.

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