Mole Finds His Eyes and Plants Potatoes
Mole would have been a gardener,
but he just couldn’t see.
He was consigned to dig and dig
and wander aimlessly.
But then a woodland faerie
popped him upon the snout,
gave him a bulbous brownish thing,
told him to let it sprout.
She said, when you can feel the shoots,
then cut it into chunks,
and bury them deep in the ground,
and wait a couple months.
He didn’t quite believe her,
but much to his surprise,
that idaho did start to grow,
and now he’s got his eyes.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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