As the Artichoke, succulent when raw
Add stunning Flavours when allowed to roast
Whose Heart, seeped Marrow richer my Tongue saw
Spells a better Taste when eaten the most
Yet in your School, Time has honoured your Bake
Which Rosencrantz and Guildenstern took Like
Seems so, for Tested Barrels be your Make
Cross that of Swollen Souls which took Excite
Such was your Work - your pink, spongy Brioche
Rowdily kempt though tempting to enjoy
Which they Both consume; Then reserve their Broth
Hoping some Dames would savour your Specialty.
And Savour indeed, I Hope in Expense
Till such Recipe goes beyond Intense.