Well, they're green, what more can I say?
They're thin and they're tall, in a rather odd way.
You could call them long, I suppose, laid out flat
But then, how do you write a poem on that?
So there's not much to talk about, not much to say,
But they're close to my heart now and there they will stay.
Though the season are changing - we've less time each day -
They'll be my favourite vegetable when I'm old and grey.















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