Mushrooms

Mushrooms are the type of food
That cause a certain attitude
In those who see them on a plate –
It’s either love or it is hate.

To me, that pungent, earthy smell
Is one my senses know quite well
And thus my taste buds come alive
When mushroom dishes do arrive.

Yet others blanch and will reject
A meal or dish that’s mushroom-flecked.
That loamy scent that I adore
The mushroom-haters do abhor.

But it would really be a waste
If smell alone deterred a taste
For fungi lovers would lament
Repudiation due to scent.