Stripes and knots abound on your skin,
Inside golden flesh waits for my teeth,
Piercing the surface, I seek what’s beneath.
Oh wonderous vegetable, where do I begin?
Spaghetti has nothing on your lucious taste,
To ignore your siren call would be such a waste.
Butternut, I call you. Endearing, your stare.
Pop into the oven, if only I dare.
Carnival an apt title for your windy shape,
I wonder if I could put you in a crepe?
And I must’nt ignore the effervescent pumpkin,
Omitting your presence would just make me a bumpkin.
Its no exaggeration to claim you have me addicted,
You’re the star of my kitchen adventures,
You’re a blank canvas, ready for indentures.
How much I enjoy you I would never have predicted.