Garlic
Garlic in a frying pan,
Sautéed in olive oil,
Smells so good that really,
Only vampires would recoil.
How I love that special scent,
A magical bouquet,
Meant to keep your nose nearby,
Not that I'd ever stray.
I have read of festivals
Where garlic is the star,
Though a garlic ice cream cone
May go a step too far.
Still, I'd love to be at one
To breathe in that aroma.
It's enough to rouse a person
Who's been in a coma.
Garlic in a frying pan -
It's heaven in the kitchen.
No matter what the dish, my taste buds
Totally are twitchin'!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2012
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