Beet Poetry

I think that I shall never eat
A food as lovely as a beet.
O beet, thy firm magenta sphere
Is fit for king or grand vizier.
This vegetable, with nonchalance,
Affords us crimson sustenance.

Take some beets, and slice them thin,
Salt them well, and soak them in:
Vinegar, or pickling brine,
Lemon juice or cooking wine.
Add some ginger, cloves, and spice
(Half a teaspoon should suffice).

Morning glory, creeping phlox,
Lingonberries, hollyhocks,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, thyme,
Something else that doesn't rhyme,
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Algae from some swampy bog;

Stir it with a silver spoon
Underneath a waning moon.
Bake it for an hour, then
Throw it out. Begin again.

I think that I shall never eat
A food that's stranger than a beet.
Beets are swell, but only I
Can make the famous beetroot pie.

back beet

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Useful | Useless | Debatable