Risen from the dead it returned to our shelves,
Enclosed and sealed in sweaty, clammy, plastic.
A food of the gypsies, pixies and elves,
For one pound eighty-nine there must be a trick.
It grows on the roadside by cowslips' gape,
Amongst dandelion, clover and nettle.
Its flowers are white and propellar in shape,
Named? Like a moonship of metal?
What can this newfound salad leaf be?
And why didn't we know it before.
Well you did, reinvented by Tesco see,
To help profit margins galore.
So when you taste the peppery bite,
As you munch on your salad for tea.
Think next time i just might,
Plant a seed and eat it for free.
Gold trophy winner
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