The Kohlrabi Polka

But turnips tango, and carrots two-step
across the lawn, their leafy headdresses
waggling in time. Habaneros, of course,
salsa, the hotter the better, while white
asparagus gavotte, and everyone knows
that yams jam and break, and zucchini
synchronize in lines. Always in lines,
but never straight ones. Parsley twists,
and okra shimmies. And eggplants,
well! Just imagine a sultry lambada,
purple bellies touching, parting only
to twirl. Contrarian cabbages dance
in squares. Broad beans boogaloo under
the moon’s discerning gaze, and Brussels
sprouts waltz, no matter the tune, while
apples and other fruit glare from their
branches, bobbing helplessly, captivated,
jealous, plotting their escapes, their revenge.