squeeze my roundness

shave my soft fuzzy mound

just see what deliciousness

is yet to be found

scintillate me with lemon scents

make me yours with that tool

from beginnin' to end'n

front to back, keep your cool 

once my tips are exposed

go on, season my core

for my flower is ripen'd

it's aroma you adore

just wrap me up in plastic baby

high time you get to this;

turn the microwave up

watch my edges turn crisp

then position my end

on the dining room counter

. . . then peel back my leaves

artichokes can't get hotter!

(. . . and what else DID you think I was talkin'  'bout?)

 

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