Yes, as with vegetable waste, it's definitely recycling time. Here's the long version of a previous effort. Of course, stanzas 4 and 5 will have to be cut, and I may have to try and get a bit more love into the thing. Though I suppose that if it didn't win last time ...
Asparagus and Broccoli detested one another,
Which made young Carrot rather sad; he loved them like a brother.
Hoping to reconcile the pair, he organized a party,
Inviting vegetable friends, and leafy litterati.
The first one to arrive was Dill, then Endive, Fennel, Garlic,
Herb, Iceberg Lettuce, Jersey Royal, Kale, and Leek from Harlech,
Then Mushroom, Nutmeg, Onion, Parsnip, Quince, Radicchio, Swede.
The Turnips came in evening dress, a handsome pair indeed.
The house was full to bursting point, no room for any more;
Though guests continued to arrive, they couldn’t pass the door.
The U- to Y-’s were turned away, resentful and upset,
But sly Zucchini crashed the gate by posing as Courgette.
The younger sprouts were full of beans, and though the crowd was dense,
They blithely started playing squash, which gingered up events.
The music was provided by a band called “Sugar Beat”
Till someone let a rocket off, which knocked them off their feet.
“These kids have so much energy!” said Salsify to Spinach.
The revelry was clearly heard from Golders Green to Greenwich.
What rooty-tooty goings-on! What salad days! What capers!
The guests could hardly wait to read tomorrow’s morning papers.
The party was a great success, the happy throng enraptured -
Until a giant hand appeared, and all of them were captured.
They lay upon the chopping board, a fearful, tearful group,
About to meet their destiny as vegetable soup.
Last edited by Brian Allgar; 03-07-2014 at 03:54 AM.
Reason: 'Q' was missing!
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