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.