Wind Breaking News

When last we heard from Flighty,
the talk was of the sky,
and how his plants grew up there,
although he’s not sure why.

He said his plants had tubers,
like gingerroot and such,
and that he’s going to eat one…
a nibble…not too much.

The tubers grow so gnarly,
and taste quite sweet when raw,
much like a dug potato,
but crunchier to gnaw.

Suggestions are for steaming,
for boiling turns to mush,
but that is not the worst part!
They kind of make you... flush…

Although I’ve never had one,
Jerusalem, that is,
it seems a risky business -
Not mine, of course, but his.

Apparently the reason
is blowing in the wind,
and when I read about it,
I giggled and I grinned.

It’s not that I like rudeness.
I don’t like to be crass,
but picturing our Flighty
up-tubering in the grass…

And tentatively cutting
a slice, so very thin...
I rolled around in stitches
which nearly did me in.

There’s always something growing
on Plot One Twenty-Four,
but who would think an artichoke
would knock me to the floor?

It’s all because his flowers
grew up to be so tall,
shown in his lovely picture -
The rise before the Fall.