Food Soliloquy


To food, or not to food. That is the question.
To become a meat ornament that tastes so good.
Or a breakfast side that looks like wood.
Maybe a buttered rock on the side with dinner.
But what am I? I'm just a root.
I still have a long way to grow.

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