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Playful fingers of golden shortbread
palpated the heart of the matter.
The potato's eye grew lachrymose;
an ear of wheat ignored its chatter.
In the garden, a head of lettuce,
seated high on an old tin trunk,
had shared a joint 'cause he had the nerve,
giving lip to a well-heeled monk.
A fully armed hand of bananas
nailed the case but only in jest;
two were necking while chewing gum
inside the old ice chest.

(A play on body parts)

By cherryk

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