Artichoke. Are some poems inherently thistle-like?

Prickly as the person who generated the words? Are some audiences/some readers also so.


The artichoke is eaten as a poem edited. Clip the points and still there is an edge to the taste. (FYI, baby artichokes are not the same as small ones). Slice baby artichokes, grill with lots of garlic, olive oil, lemon. Twist the pepper lavishly.