The smiling, farm fresh, white and red roasted
radishes swam with the sweet lemon curd, lan-
guished beside goat’s cheese,
looked up at him as if to say
I’m waiting, please.

Then tempting, saucy, organic Brussels sprouts
naked and soaking up the salty, soy sauce
also languished lovingly with a
come hither look as if to say,
I’m waiting, for you, too.

And so he yielded to temptation and
partook hungrily of these naughty
morsels of the night posing as
innocent, farm fresh, bodacious,
herbaceous delights.

And the next day, with buyer’s remorse,
he endured with great regret the Brussels
sprout and red and white radish revenge
and yet, and yet, perhaps tempted
to return to the table again.