GLAMOR GARDENS

I chased off the big flies that were on my drying tomatoes,

I cut out the huge, rat bites from my bin of brand new potatoes,

I picked the snails from my rhubarb,

Sprayed the weevils on my Swiss chard,

Pulled and ate the worms off my beets; the tastes, many underate, those.

HUNTING KILLER POTATOES

I don't know what happened, but my potatoes went feral,

They grew big mouths with big teeth, and ate my sister, Carol,

They ate my dad and my mum,

And, drank half of my rum,

The way that I'll stop them, is with lead from my gun barrel.

MAXINE AND ROD

There once were two peas in a pod,

Their names were Maxine and Rod,

From their spacious abode,

They were cooked, then they goed,

Crowded into a can like the cod.

LARD LOST HIS CHARD

It hailed upon my head so hard,

It made me puke up my Swiss chard,

They was diet greens

To untighten my jeans,

So I'd no longer have the moniker, "Lard".

THE WHY I DON'T EAT FRESH STUFF LIMERICKS

I BOUGHT A PEAR
Rob bought a pear with a real big bad spot,
When he bit into it it was all full of rot,
Rob ate the pear to the core,
Then, His innards got soar,
And, He spent the rest of the day on the pot.

 IMAGINATION AND DIET  
I ate nothing but veggies at every meal,
Although such flavors lack all appeal,
So, I imagined I was eating steak,
Followed by frosted cream cheese cake,
And, I gained 50 pounds, what's the deal?