Parsley Was Missing

So soup was sad, looked everywhere.

A visible curdle appeared in it’s absence.

Garnish had vanished, the early course cherry.

That the heart grows fonder is left to lovers.

Mint was for lamb and could not substitute.

A bit of grated carrot keenly offered it’s services.

But everything knew, nothing else will do.

And not simply due to them being traditionalists.

For personality was part of the prize, so subtle.

Reliable, respectable, with a calm zest, expectable.

Their echoes could be heard calling down the corridor.

They then wished they had paid it more attention.

And found a fresh appreciation for each other.

 

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