TO A CAULIFLOWER
The Rev. Dana Prom Smith, S.T.D., Ph.D.
A vegetable, bland of taste, and pale,
A tabula rasa which can be writ
With herbs and sauces, even steamed in ale.
A cabbage bud, a flower plain, made fit
For haut cuisine, a transformed un chou-fleur
By lemon squeezed, roasted walnuts, a dash
Of salt, a feast for any epicure
With buttered flavors of chicken, a cache
In a dish delectable of taste, if not
Une pièce de résisitance, un bon mot
In a cookpot, a toothsome polyglot
And a gustatory light fandango.
At a school reunion that once plain girl
Is now a knockout kicking up a swirl.
Copyright © Dana Prom Smith 2008