Dorothea Barth ©2011
In fair La Jolla by the Sea
The playground of the rich
Amidst some fine Venetian masks
I found my kitchen witch
The masks too princely for my coins
But with wonder and with glee
I gazed at the Venetian witch
Paid her adoption fee
No courtly feathers did she bear
She perched on straw and stick
Her piercing gaze, her wicked mouth
Would make young Gretel sick
But then I took a closer look
On sunlit bench we sat
Found holly on her apron
And pine cones on her hat
Perhaps a friendly witch is she
No beauty but no menace
Whose origin turned out to be
In China, not in Venice
My humble little kitchen
Can use her sorcery
No matter what the fare may be
Shanghai or Tuscany
Of one thing though I must stand firm
(And not to be contrarian)
My flying stern-faced friend must know
Our home is vegetarian
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