imperious fennel
you rise Venus-like
from the frothy loam
virginal bulb waxing full
as you spire green and thinly
toward the empyrean
we give you thanks
that you deign to donate
toothsome roasted tranches
bathed in unguent herbs and roqueforts
and other manner of adorning
your verdant feathers
clipped
grace
our humble offerings
wafting tasty vapors
from our tongues
heavenward
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