Cabbage

Two things made me think of this poem: 1) i was thinking of making some fried cabbage (yum!)
and 2) i'm not as cynical as i try to make myself out to be.

Cabbage

She was about to chop the head
In half,
But I made her reconsider
By telling her:
"Cabbages symbolizes mysterious love."

Or so said one Charles Fourier,
Who said many other strange and wonderful things,
So that people called him mad behind his back,

Whereupon I kissed the back of her neck
Ever so gently,

Whereupon she cut the cabbage in two
With a single stroke of her knife.

- Charles Simic