where local folk plant seeds,
chat about inclement weather
and how to control the weeds
it was at the bring and buy stall
there displaying finest produce,
I noted the fruits of hard labour
her melons ripe and full of juice
I ogled at her tender tomatoes
envied her plums and almonds,
drooled over her terrific spread
of apples, oranges and lemons
so I made her a proposition
thinking it clever and astute,
I said, 'we must form a union
and together, grow veg and fruit'
'but firstly Sir, I must consider
before I accept your pledge,
show me what you have to offer
let me see your homegrown veg'
I quickly led her to the veg stall
to proudly show off my display
but such scything criticism
I'll not forget, till my dying day
"Your cabbages have no heart
nor are they leafy green,
your cauliflowers are crawling
with caterpillars most obscene
your potatoes are too flowery
and quite simply fall apart
your onions small and mushy
no good for restaurant a la carte
inside your lettuce, slimy slugs
unpalatable for humans to eat
and now your prize cucumber,
has shrivelled up and fallen at my feet"