Have you ever hidden in tall stalks of corn?
Giggling and roughhousing until stalks are torn,
In and out a verdant maze,
Tanning and bleaching under the sun's rays?
Gardens foster landscape that's lush and green.
And veggies insure intestines are clean.
Produce thrives in the redolent, composted earth
And a diet of greens diminishes your girth
Knowing this, I planted, weeded and toiled,
'til my fingernails were broken and soiled.
At measured intervals, I inserted the seeds.
And watched manure produce prolific weeds!
At harvest, I bit into a whole tomato.
But it fulminated like a volcano.
And I when I spotted undulating critters
they slithered up my arm. I got the jitters
My Grandma rubbed rhubarb on her bunion.
She said a cold could be cured by an onion.
Veggies were steeped in legend and lore,
I say, "Pass the taters, cuz I want more!"
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