Inside an artichoke, lies its heart,

Though not the kind we like to eat.

Instead, it’s a beautiful flower,

One that will never, skip a beat.

We pluck these spiny beauties,

From the soil, to feed a pang.

Perhaps, look for something else,

Which will satisfy, with a tang.

Just imagine, if we did allow,

This vegetable, to truly blossom;

Oh, how colorful the land would be,

On Earth, yes, simply awesome!

 

July Writing Prompts – Artichoke Hearts – Day 8/31

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