I'm orange because of the carrot
I ate in a magic garden.
I should've heeded the sign that read,
"You are what you eat. Harken!”
Peas were the first I ate
Off twining vines in there,
Until masses of snaking sprouts
Sprung up amidst my hair.
Before my coiling locks
Lashed me to a legume,
I plucked tomatoes, yellow in color,
Supposedly family heirloom.
Alas, my golden glow
Drew bees onto my skin.
I swatted madly, found a knife,
And opened a honeydew melon.
I savored the sweetness inside
Until I doubled in scale.
I went rolling. What could I do
But stuff my cheeks with kale?
Kale suggests well-being,
But knobby skin’s atrocious.
So I picked a red pepper, long and slender,
Whose heat was quite ferocious.
Aflame, I realized the hour
And pondered tomorrow with dread.
Tapered and tall, orange suits me.What would you've chosen instead?