SUMMER MUSHROOMS

Yes, more mushrooms.  This is a throwaway poem – a phrase landed on me and I couldn’t pry it loose.  It’s a ridiculous poem, but I can’t stop thinking about it.  Add more?  Leave it alone?  Hope it will leave ME alone?  Advice welcome and apologies in advance.

SUMMER MUSHROOMS
    (Fungus Among Us)

Some are mushrooms,
some are not.

Some are toadstools
vile with rot.

Eat one? I would
rather not.

Maybe rabies,
thanks a lot.

Karen

I think it's fun.  

I get stuck on stanza three.  It doesn't follow the pattern established (which can still work).  

I would try "thanksalot" and other wordmashings.

Todd

Rhyme works for you, Karen. 

I like the couplets for this poem.    

Wordmashings.   Never heard of that, but it's outside the box and would work with your poem.  : )   I like the title too.

Dennis is a natural at rhyme.  He may have some great ideas.  

It reminds me of a children's poem.  If I read this to grandchildren, they'd love it and have their own stories about toadstools. 

I like the simplicity and pureness here.

Short, sweet, and to the point.  Third line--my suggestion-- 

Some would eat one,
I would not.  
 
This continues the symetry of the poem.  Stays with the flow and thought.

Fungus Among Us is WAY TOO CUTE.  I'd drop that or use it as a title for a child's read.
I like Dennis'sss fix.  Easy on the tongue.
Definitely not a throw away.
Leads me toward "Where The Sidewalk Ends."
Way to cure that line that won't go away...

Choose carefully
a small stone
place it under your tongue
when it dissolves
you are cured.
Dewell

I fear chewing gravel is in my nature. 

But.  I am taking all suggestions!  Todd's mashing, Pat's suggestion to wait for help from Dennis, Dennis' rewrite of stanza 3, and Dewell's fungus chop.

Fungus is going to stay in my version though.  Daddy used to say that EVERY TIME he saw a mushroom!