Caught In a Carotene Moment

I stretch out in a variety of positions Trying to look my sexiest. My frothy green leaves A sensual contrast to my blazing hot skin My carotene is rising rapidly I can feel my cheeks flush If broccoli does not get here soon. Was that a footstep? I gasp. Hold my breath. Waiting. Onion walks in. What are YOU doing here? I ask him. He sees what I am about. Begins to stammer apologies. Looking everywhere but at my carrot skin He is a simple man, pure, chaste, a man of the cloth. Broccoli asked me to tell you he would be late, He stammers. I pulled the snap peas around me. And can barely look at him the next day at church.