A poem from one who is not a poet

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

ODE TO SOLANACEAE

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.