So that eternal garnishes be exposed
not by being particularly good or worthy
but by sole grace of the radish itself
Carved into petite rose
striated to whimsical
red and white allure
not distant from place pulled
should leaves be present and immaculate
O what crunchy goodness it is
Long time hath happy sulfured
soothing comfort to throat
What wise crisp snap to it
Charmed these root veggies
and in that window box was born amorous
I like 'em!