tomato worms pleas
the ripe red elite tomato made a sweet slice
decay and mold nowhere, it truly was nice.
garden knew it was the tomato’s time to reign
fat juicy intrusive tomato worm plead insane
carrots sat by watching as silently as sheep
their alarm bells going off, but not very deep
garden crone came by and cast a freshness spell
you decide if she is a witch, for you know her well
inside her trunk was her cat familiar, a ready alarm
ripe and eager to pound her paw and use a charm
I found myself too scared to take another peek or drink
sweat poured out of my hair holes; my face was pink.
on the tree trunk fence a master gardener’s chart
next to it sat a rhubarb pie, that is close to my heart.
do not put me into the trash barrel the tomato worm plead.
you are in a scrape I replied, for I want you dead.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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