In Hope of Just Reward
Mr. Carrot, the talking morning alarm clock making waking up fun.
His loud chimes would shake the ground and woods and wake up the church nuns.
A small pleasure starting with sun-shine and under the ground holding none,
forgetting it's at the farm thinking it's one sweet potato that won.
Black eyed peas eyed Mr. Wigley, curious and asked, "Who you looking at?"
Cedar waxwing with its chest puffed out in heaps, sweet musical and fat
sings a tale of a cat who wiggled its tail;his heart swelled rat a tat tat
on swooning blueberries and cherries under glimmering awning.
Mr. Wigley leans on the sexy pears, tips his hat at sounds playing.
Asparagus, spinach, broccoli, red, green and yellow peppers yell,
"Buy me please!" as he went by. Tomatoes, green beans, and has beens also fell
in line, with the beets, cabbage beat to join in; we'll bring a southern belle
to her knees in a carousel taste delight in a potluck meal spell.
An ultimate decision was made. Mr. Wigley mused deep and hard,
listening to all their prepared flavored tales in the summer farm yard
in hope of just reward, savors an inspirational luscious art.
I will definitely be remaking this again for my sweetheart.
12/16/2017
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