A head of fresh lettuce sat in the fridge
Mopping and griping that it hadn't been hitched
It was passing each day as a bridesmaid for fruit
And known its time was growing slightly less spruce
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Good comment. Too little imagination in your average lettuce eater leaves lettuce rotting in the fridge. Put it in tomato soup and underneath whatever.
I couldn't resist reading this poem after seeing the great title. Very entertaining.
this put a smile on my face And that's hard to do