Look at this stuff, isn’t it neat? Wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete? Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl, the girl who has everything? Look at this plant, green it’s so grand. How many wonders can one garden hold? Lookin’ around here you’d think, sure, she’s got everything. I’ve got red toms and green toms aplenty. I’ve got dried stems and green stems galore. You want juicer ones? I’ve got 20. But who cares? No big deal. I want more.Â
I want to be where the planters are. I want to see, want to see ’em growing. Walking around on those (Whad’ya call ’em? Oh!) crocs. Flippin’ the bird you don’t get too far, ‘matoes will shoot up how they all want. Strolling along in the (What’s that word again?) sun.
And when they’re grown, and when they’re ripe, and when they’re picked off of their own branch. Chopped up all small, diced for them all, in some spicy dahl.
Illustrator: Mikaela Collins
