Sexy Cabbage
I met her in the eggplant garden, sort of wilted. I can still recall that purple dress she wore. She was chewing on a toenail by the pumpkin patch, and I knew no guy would ever love her more than me, a little potato from across the farm. I promised her I'd stay with her forever. She said to me our love would never die as long as I stayed with her, by her side. But who'd have thought she'd turn into a human. I never had the chance to say how sexy she was.
