MY GARDEN IN THE MAIL

I got some seed that came in the mail, 

Now, I can grow me some peppers and kale,

I'll grow onions and toes,

Pickles and poes,

All with fert that comes from the tail.

AN END TO HOEING

Now I have two peppers growing,
I hope they're ripe before the snowing,
The northern fall,
Brings death to all,
But, at least an end to constant hoeing.