Oh Poor Garlic

About garlic

Oh poor garlic, pungent onion
Purple flower globe rising tall
You are said to ease the bunion
Yet, you make the mouthed greeting stall

When your bulb is whole
Your pale white beauty
Belies your child cloves goal
Of odor which is none too fruity

Garlic, you are ancient too
Enjoyed in biblical locales
We modern folks respect you
Partake of, even on Venice's canals

Copyright 2009 - Mindy Makuta (aka MyFairLadyah)
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