Mycological Mysteries & Mishaps
A mushroom-hunter in the woods
has grasped the essence of the goods:
Ingesting whilst she picks and roams,
she damages her chromosomes;
Yet, happy, hopping, fails to know
she killed those brain cells long ago,
And thus can skip through vale and copse
quite blithely, nibbling mushroom-tops—
For nothing is so esoteric
as munching on a Fly Agaric,
But she knows not she shouldn’t eat a
bit of tasty Amanita—
Thus goes the world, and with it, sense,
when fungus fans face recompense.
Art-Colored Glasses 
Fun stuff Kathryn. Have you been sampling the mushrooms? XD
Always. The mushrooms, of course, get their weirdness from being bit by *me*. 😉 😀
LOL
I don’t think you need mushrooms to create your mind-altering work. 🙂
Hmmm. Methinks you know me too well. 🙂
In freshman Botany, my professor went into great detail about a family that picked the wrong mushrooms, ate them, and died one by one, agonizingly over a period of several days. I think that’s all I remember from his class. 🙂
Yes, that’s what would stick with *me* out of it all, too. Yikes. I met a man whose brother had a similar misadventure but “only” lost his liver as a result of the ingestion. I’ll gladly stay with store-bought, farm raised ‘shrooms, thanks.
As always, Kathryn, vividly, charmingly fun and meaningful! XO ❤
Despite my knowing one of those true near-death stories of a person’s too-close encounter with ‘shrooms (innocently meant for food, not partying), I couldn’t help thinking up fantastical tales when I saw all of these colorful fungal oddities on our hikes! Something about my twisted mind, I’m sure. 😀
xoxo