Lettuce Poem by Paul Warren

The leaves weren't wilted I see
A head of lettuce light green crispy
And I had checked finances to boot
I was confident I could cover the loot

The green grocer was standing tall
He had tracked down the lettuces all
But there had been a price
Not raised once twice but thrice

Who would have thought last year
That lettuce would be bought with tears
And I wonder what the bank manager thinks
Having to mortgage for vegetables stinks!

© Paul Warren Poetry