PETER, TURNIPS AND HIS MA

Peter picked his big, sweet turnips, from the ground they swelled within,

Peter picked them in the morning, and placed them in his turnip bin,

Peter fried the turnips in grease and butter,

Then he fed them to his grinning, old mutter,

She would say "that a boy", as hot grease and drool dripped down her chin.

WHEN DESPERATE, YOU EAT THE SKIN

I dug taters out of the ground, so I could have some dinner,

Just one tater came from the hole, it was massive, a winner,

But, it was full of worms,

I had come to terms,

I fried the peels in bacon grease, I was a tater skinner.

THE DILL THRILLED GRANNY

When I stepped upon the big, growing weed, called dill,

It was growing up on a sand and rocky, hill,

It stood in the hot sun,

It was the only one,

I took the dill home to granny; she got a thrill.

STARTING PLANTS INDOORS

I bought a bag of potting soil to start pepper plants inside,

I grow amazing, pretty pepper plants that are my joy and pride,

I transplant them to pots on my deck,

I grow amazing peppers by the peck,

I feed them to my pigs and chickens, and so far, none of them have died.

TREE

                              LCB

I eat my crumpets, sip my tea,

From my kitchen, I can see,

I have a beautiful pine tree,

It's free spirit makes me feel free,

I'll make a swing, then I'll go "Wee!"😁

THE KILLER PUMPKIN AND THE MINNOWS

I saw a giant pumpkin, eating a fisherman, by the sea,

The fisherman had a minnow bucket, so I set the minnows free,

I decided to roast the pumpkin, thought it'd taste good with my tea,

But, all I had to flavor the pumpkin, was a half jar of suspect ghee,

I should of kept the minnows, because they might have been tasty. 

MY FOOD IS COMPLICATED

My peppermint plant wilted and died,

It sat in the sun, I guess it's vitals got fried,

My cabbage got the worms, 

With that I've come to terms,

But, my rhubarb ran to the forest to hide.

WEEDS, SEEDS AND BEADS

Benny brutally weed wacked off his weeds,

But, weed wacking spread around the weed seeds,

It was so very unfair,

Benny choked out on the air,

Now he's homebound, and makes bracelets from beads.

PETS EAT THE DARNDEST THINGS

I bought some worm castings to mix into my soil,

So I could grow tulips without the hard toil,

But my doggie Ruff Ruff,

Ate my worm castings stuff,

Now his belly is swelly, and it gurgle and boil.

WHAT'S IN A NOSE

There was a little guinea pig, and he always picked his nose,

Then one day he found out, just what up his nose could grows,

A pickle, squash and okra, and a big tomato vine,

A hot Hungarian pepper, and a bottle of red wine,

The guinea was inspired, so he set his nose to prose.

WOE TO THE PROTECTOR OF SHRUBBERY

I got some chicken wire,

To protect my little shrub,

For there is this rabbit,

Who sees my shrub as grub,

Then I waited with a pail,

For the rabbit I would assail,

And I'd catch him nose to tail,

Then I'd have rabbit stew and ale,

But the rabbit never showed,

To another shrub, he goed,

Then he moved into my abode,

Locked me out, so then I woed. 

SQUASH BLOSSOM DINNER

I fried me some squash blossoms in my old frying pan,

Then I fried me some baked beans, I cut out of a can,

Although it all smelled like carpet-feet,

It was a real tasty treat,

Then I rested by my big, old box fan.

THE TOMATO PLANT FROST LIMERICK

I cannot begin to figure the cost,

For my tomato garden was destroyed by frost,

Some say they tire of my rants,

That I should have covered my plants,

True but, I've already worked to the point of exhaust.

THE FISH IN MY YARD LIMERICK

I had a fish in my yard,
He went and ate my swiss chard,
He was such a savage, 
He ate all of my cabbage,
He brags about it everywhere like a bard.   

THE YETI PILE OF SCAT

In my garden there was a pile of scat,
I first thought is was the work of my cat,
Then, standing there was a yeti,
Which made the pile seem  petty,
The yeti smiled and gave my bald head a pat.

VEGAN NACHO TOMATO PASTE

My friend Carey gave me some vegan nacho tomato paste,

She made it from scrapings from her yard, garden waste,

I don't know what her yard, garden grows,

But, it ran out my nose,

And, left me with a rotten veggie, bitter fungal yard taste.