Despite your displayed fruit and veg being a brilliant lure
You see, my hubby grows his own, despite those grubby nails!
His hard work goes to highest lengths and nature then prevails
He grows fantastic produce, due to mighty love and care
Spends more time out in other beds than our one up the stair!
From apples, pears and strawberries, broccoli and beans
He's a man of many textures, sizes, smells and shades of green
So forgive my meantime absence, and now *cough* please beg my pardon
For I have an effing genius who rules the entire garden
How tropical he makes the taste, a greenhouse full of mixture
Around the world in 90 days, one hot and glassy fixture
Though summer never lasts that long, right to the end he'll toil
To the last exhausted fruit that's saying goodbye to the soil
Until winter takes a hold again, I'll have to pass you by
I'm getting portions of my 5-a-day, from my green-fingered guy!