Peas: nubile bumps nudging toward adolescence, how modest your nightgown, how tightly zipped, how crisply closed, how green.
Broccoli: haven for so many birds; I claim you off-limits, official Avian Reserve.
Cherry: impaled upon your own crescent splinter, you swell to bursting.
Cilantro: verdant lace dancing across the crimson bosom of Tomato, you quiver with the soul of Salsa.
Carrot: slim stiletto of beta carotene, you dart into rich dark earth with grim determination.
