A bit Bohemian Gypsy
& a tad Cowgirl Western..
All Fabulously Fun!
Wow...I believe that is a radish booty ....LOL
Ha, ha, that is funny Lisa! Here this I found for you:A radish popped out of the groundit had red cheeks, his face was roundthe leafy hair he had was greenand little else could then be seenhe waited patiently for meto pull him up so he could see.It was a Sunday in JulyI'd gone to Oregon to flymy cousin's brand new ultralightas I enjoyed the splendid sightof valleys and of mountaintopsand, on the freeways, traffic copsI thought that I had missed my chancenot even thrown a fleeting glanceat all my veggies when I leftthus of their energy bereftthe veggies and myself would wait'til in the evening, when lateI would return from my long triparrive at home, prepare a nipand suddenly, it comes to meI wander out to check and seeif it is time to pick and chooseand as I stand there, with my boozea sadness overcomes my beingmy eyes get moist as they are seeingthe little radish, so admiredhas shrivelled greatly, looks expiredhis hair, so leafy and so greenhis reddened cheeks, so clearly seena face, so loving, big and rounda veggie from the underground.It is too late now, you were braveto wait for me, I'll dig a gravesay radish to radish, and dust to dustand raise my glass because I mustgo back inside, prepare for bedjust think, that little fellow's dead.That night I dream that I am mentalthat radishes are incidentalto modern living, they are foodto nourish and enhance the moodand if they die they go to groundwhere they, next season can be foundrecovering from hibernationlike people from an operationso all those tears were overkillof the old geezer on the hillit's just that veggies are my friendswhich in itself shakes me and tendsto make me think of them as kiddosand when they die they leave their widowsThe shrink said radishes are hotif you don't eat them they will rothe gave me pills then to arrangesome of my thinking, which is strangeand one small box of funny seedshe said 'They are exotic weeds,truly immortal and won't diewhen I grew radishes I'd crytoday my garden is my joybut you are schizophrenic, boyyou cannot look at simple plantsand overlook that they wear pantsit all is pretty much confusingso take these pills, you won't be losingyour mind, which really is a vultureall due respect for horticulture.'Next season I went out to lookthere was the radish, and I tookhim in the house without delayand sliced him up, he looked okay.Then ate the fellow, hair and skinand nothing ended in the binI told the doc about it laterhe said, he would no longer caterto health and welfare of my mindbut that he was just being kind.He said that he had now retiredto do what he and I admiredhe stitched together shirts and hatsfor radishes, (he called them brats)and cared for them and for the othersbecause no veggies know their mothersand I do think that in the endthe doc and I went 'round the bend.Herbert Nehrlich
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