The Tale of the Veggie Disease

I’ll tell you the tale of the veggie disease

The blossoming terror that makes you wheeze

It feasts on the human

And sprouts with great ease

A little green devil evoking our pleas.

Oh no! Not now! Not Father, not he!

Said I as I cried then fell to my knees.

For indeed, one day, him it did seize

The dangerous, hideous, vegetable disease.

My father, he laid so ill on his bed

Tired and on fire, enshrouded with dread

I remember it clearly,

Remember my tears,

The walls of tomatoes and

The ground’s broccoli spears.

Father! I begged

Father, fight it, please!

A moment of silence

One filled with green peas

Then to me he turned

And to me he decreed:

No

I cannot

For vegetable I must be.