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?