A Salad Backstory

I went into the garden on one sunny, lovely day When I was attacked by vegetables in a most aggressive way Every time I turnipped around it seemed that I got beet It kept me on my tomatoes but barely on my feet I asked them to leaf me alone but they couldn't carrot less Lettuce be, they said to me (kinda corny) but I digress "I yam!", I say, not quite knowing what I'd done They said I'd rhubarb the day I came and blocked their sun "That wasn't my intention, I'm sorry I've bean bad." They didn't give a horseradish, they were steaming mad Kicked in the asparagus I fennel to the floor My eyes began to leek, this wasn't f-onion anymore Some of their bigger pumpkin could be quite cucumbersome Squashed my lady's finger while I was still flat on my bum I was spinached in circles and even artichoked With pepper in my step now, I really was provoked I managed to escape this prison celery of healthy brutes To solve this nutritious problem I must get to the arrowroot The solution was just simple and took a mere few hours I dug them up and ate them, and now I just plant flowers. The only issue really, without my vegetables attacking There is no peace and quiet, the tulips won't stop yacking...