the wealthy vegetable people of wiltshire

and the first time I saw them I gasped with my eyes

I fought with the leaves

and was not fond of the fawns 

that stood in my way

 I know'd not where I stood - but what I saw next I understood clearly

like the first time I smelt cookies

and the whiff't of steam as chocolate escaped

was loved by my nose - but loathed by my shape

I saw, or rather, was seen, then captured then moved

by not one, but eleven little creatures, with promise of more!

I regretted those fawn and those leaves 

and the effort to here

but corrected I stood uncorrected for good

they were of course 'Riboflavins' 

an indigenous species 

but what did that mean?

they were radicchio-lous for sure

one of them even stomped on my foot 

for 'he' was a 'her' 

and I had to concur, for they were omnipotent

wise with their health

blanched with secrecy

fuzzy on the top

and stout in the middle

one was a carrot who insisted "he didn't care at all!"

and what looked like a beet was perpetually exhausted

I sat down

on a mushroom stool

it complained 

so I jumped up and dripped with apologies

 and bowed for the king 

of the wealthy vegetable people of Wiltshire

as they crowned me "disgusting human" 

which makes sense … somehow.

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This is really magical :)