The Asparagus

The asparagus are talking
I told them not to stare
In false digression
I thought they didn’t care
But can you
Really believe
Someone
With a thorn shape on their sleeve
How many times scorned
Were they when held from above
The tub of boiling water
Now who is beginning to stew
I wanted them crisp
But over cooked will do to
So if that is
Well how be it, is to be done say al dente
But if I hear them correct
They are saying not on your tongue