Unwashed

Young Hattie Hope does not like soap
She’s not too keen on water
Her dad’s even given some soap on a rope
To his favourite, grimy daughter

The greengrocer gave her a cheque
For the sprouts growing out of her neck
He looked in her hair and carrots grew there
And the onion was one of a pair

The greengrocer knew if she took off a shoe
That’s where the garlic all grows
Green shoots were a clue there would be some leeks too
And radishes between her toes

But there’s no cucumber in her grimy jumper
For thats where the broccoli grows
And there in her ears asparagus spears
And under her arms there’s potatoes

But the greengrocer had a nice looking lad
Who seemed to have magical power
The grocer missed out on the veg to be had
For Hattie was taking a shower.

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