Delusionally a thought crossed my mind,

Thinking I saw her goodies from behind,

Suddenly she to me turned and frowned,

All she saw was this reddened clown,

Wearing broccoli florets like a crown!

“Boy," she said, "Ya ain't wrapped too tight.”

Laughed I, “I'm a Killer Tomato in the night.”

My humor sounded insane,

Hunger like a freight train,

Hhheavy metal in my brain!

Dreaming, dreaming of vegetables,

Bad-to-tha-bone, bizzy at my table;

Broccoli, so dizzy...all over my face,

Brassica oleracea, heroin embrace,

Veggies are taking over the place!

“Stopped pretending,

They’re tormenting,”

DNA’s boiling...,

Lucifer’s toiling,

Devil’s plan uncoiling!

Alabama pajama banana,

Mama heaven bandana,

Evergreen like a tree,

Bbbroccoli and cheese,

Feed me Seymour please!