Dearest Garlic,
How I thank thee,
sweetly sulfuric friend,
dome-shaped "Russian penicillin,"
stalwart annihilator of germs,
hardy bulb enfolding all
in the pungent embrace of your scent,
bringer of warmth,
strengthener of bonds,
nurturer of families,
giver of robust health!
Those of delicate nose, sadly,
run from you,
and now they will run from me!But how can I not sing
your praises?
They must not know --those who try to mute your perfume
or deodorize you out of their homes --
how sweet and tangy you smell and taste,
roasted in the oven,
lavished as butter
upon potatoes!
Ah, you are exquisitely preferable
to all the plastic scents of the
synthetic world,
which prefer themselves
and their toxic glitter
to the chubby, stubby,
wondrous creation called
"Garlic."
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