recall in the aisles.
Grass-fed cows and porcupines
are never worth your while.
It’s terror in the pasture,
the chicken lost its head,
and cabbages and collard greens,
they’re wilted and they’re dead.
Beware all the produce,
and while you’re at it, too,
don’t dare to touch the iceberg,
for that I know you’ll rue.
Yesterday’s prompt was Iceberg Lettuce, and I had no idea what to write. But sometimes, even the most difficult ideas can be the most fun to write, and the rhyming nature of this ridiculous little poem was fun to knock out. So, it’s not the best, but it’s cute, and I hope you enjoy it.