Last Halloween I went to a party as a cabbage.
A farmer was there and kept trying to pull

off my leaves. I was careful to heighten
my haunting but barely qualified for the best

costume. After a careen over the dance floor
with a carrot I fell into the fountain

of remorse without a ripple only to be
rescued by the farmer still intend on a salad.

Quickening my fortitude I was careful
not to be rigid, but quaint with my last leaf.