There's not much room to stuff a mushroom
but I'm willing to give it a go;
to fill the mushroom cup I line the stuff up
all in a nice straight row.
Salt and pepper with some goats milk feta,
oregano, basil and thyme,
also grated cheese, that's tasty if you please,
these I mix to combine.
I sprinkle it on top, when they're filled I stop
and under the grill they go;
why the filling sinks and the mushroom shrinks
I'm 'stuffed' if I really know!
This poem is in response to d'verse's prompt to pen a poem about mushrooms and/or fungi.