Lettuce
The leaves weren’t wilted I see
A head of lettuce light green crispy
And I had checked finances to boot
I was confident I could cover the loot
The green grocer was standing tall
He had tracked down the lettuces all
But there had been a price
Not raised once twice but thrice
Who would have thought last year
That lettuce would be bought with tears
And I wonder what the bank manager thinks
Having to mortgage for vegetables stinks!
© Paul Warren Poetry
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