It was there, 

there on the table, as neat as a new pin.

Gracefully cluttered, sitting on tin. 

It was splendid, 

just the way it was blended. 

It was there, 

there on the table, as lush as the plant. 

Peacefully vibrant, just like a rant. 

It was brimming, 

just the way it was swimming. 

They were there, 

there around the table, scattered like ashes. 

Passionate aunts, exploding with splashes.

They were tender, 

just the way they were rendered. 

They were there, 

there around the table, filled with big news. 

Enraptured friends, almost out of their shoes. 

They were kind, 

just the way they were blind. 

It was there; 

They were there; 

My Charcuterie Board.