The poems of Brian Bilston. - Page 4 - Skeptics Forum.
so that we may beetroot to our hearts.
and our love elevated to Great Artichoke.
such lofty asparagus can't be ignored.
Don't make me go back to the drawing broad beans.
so that we reach our true potato.
reduce me to mushrooms, broccoli, defenceless.
and I, in turnip, will radish you senseless.
whilst life slips by unknown.
A gremlin's meddling in state affairs.
and shelves of tarnished samovars.
and make them turn the way he chooses.
And how his puppetry amuses!
a clown hand-carved to play this role.
See him dance as he pulls the strings.
A relatively new one, and for those who've read some of ee cummings, rather good, I'd say. I tried to copy and paste, but the formatting went wrong, so here's just a link.