At The Vegetable Stall

Last week it was the turn of the Gardens & Land Craft Workshop to host the community assembly. Celebrating the gardens and all that they give us, the group presented a rather lovely poem – At The Vegetable Stall by Jan Brzechwa.

At the vegetable stall on a market day
This is what they say:
“You may lean on me, Mr Dill,
Especially when you look so ill”
“What can I say, Mr Chive,
I have been here since five!”
Then to that Kohlrabi replied:
“Look at Turnip – she’s well-supplied!”
Pea pats Turnip on the belly:
“Do you still feel like a jelly?”
“Oh, thank you, Mr Pea,
Life goes on dopily.”
But Miss Parsnip – she is weak:
Pale, thin – she can’t fall asleep!”
“What a life!”
Celery gave a sigh.
Mr Beetroot is full of alarm
Against Miss Onion’s dire charm:
“Beetroot, my prince charming,
Wouldn’t you like such a darling?”
Mr Beetroot looks in an angry way:
“Please, go straight away,
I want a Beetroot-wife,
Life with you would be a strife.”
“What a life”,
Celery gave a sigh.
Mr Bean can be heard:
“Did you come to join the herd?!”
“Don’t be so harsh on me”,
Miss Sprout answered irately.
“Have you ever seen such a brawler?”,
Carrot got hot under the collar.
“Let’s ask Cabbage for help!”
“Cabbage? She’s a whelp!”
Cabbage asks them sadly:
“Why are you quarreling so madly,
Why all the stupid strife,
When soup is our afterlife!”
“What a life”,
Celery gave a sigh.