I suppose that it would be ok

To be a bright red beet

But hardly anyone would like you

Even though you’re very sweet

Or maybe a tomato

Is it Veg or is it fruit?

I guess that it’s bipolar

So that just ended that pursuit

Or how about a carrot

Its shape is plain to see

Pretty much like the cigar

That got the goat of Hillary

Asparagus and broccoli

Wouldn’t make the cut

To live your whole existence

Looking at your bright green butt

Oh to be a string bean

So I could climb your vine

Way up past your kneecaps

Would make me feel just fine

It’s settled

Copyright 2009  Patrick A. Granfors