Pepper-Leper
That subtle hint of rosemary,
That teasing tang of thyme,
Where parsley peps with a pleasing edge
And fennel venerates our veg.
The wisdom of the sage is free
To sing the zing of lime,
As basil dances on our tongues,
And spearmint sweetens-up our lungs.
But herbs in all their subtlety
Are pinched-off in their prime –
Just swamped beneath the mono-taste
With which are dished are debased
As cooks commit with careless glee
A culinary crime
Of blanding soups and stews and rice
With boring bucketfuls of spice.
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