ODDLY fashioned, quaintly dyed, In the wood the mushrooms hide; Rich and meaty, full of flavor, Made for man's delicious savor. But he shudders and he shrinks At the piquant mauves and pinks. Who is brave enough to dare Curious shapes and colors rare, Dainties in peculiar dresses, Fairy-rings and inky messes? Something sinister must be In the strange variety. It is better not to know; Safer but to peer -- and go. So the mushrooms dry and fade, Like full many a blooming maid, With her dower of preciousness Hid too well for men to guess. But the toadstools bright and yellow Tempt and poison many a fellow, With their flaunting beauty bright, The bold promise of delight. Taste and suffer, ache and burn; Generations do not learn! Nay, a little mushroom study Would not injure anybody. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BELLS FOR JOHN WHITESIDE'S DAUGHTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM A MAN BY THE NAME OF BOLUS by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY AMORETTI: 30 by EDMUND SPENSER HOW DOES THE RAIN COME? by CHARLES ROLLIN BALLARD THE DEAD DRUMMER; A LEGEND OF SALISBURY PLAIN by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |