From Toe To Head Poem by Patti Masterman

Unpleasingly seasoned, she was
At getting what she wanted
And reasonably unappeasing
Though still appetizing

Whetting on whetstones
Her boned appetites
Grating and shredding
While grinding just right

Colors and textures
She mixed with much whimsy
Saucing the saucier
With pure bourbon whiskey

They found her one morning
Her head in a stew
With garlic and onions
In clinched fist, askew

They buried her standing
For they could not unbend
The overcooked proteins-
So stood her, on end..