Carrot dances in a sweat
an onion laments it's death
potato sings the potato blues
the parsley is dreaming
of some tea for two
the cabbage is tired
of the baggage
it's lovers bring with them
& remembers the knife
cutting through it
the stock cube
listens to the chatter
of the bubbles
rising through the ***
& the salt & pepper
are feeling a bit hot