April Foolishness: "To a caterpillar, on admiring my prize cabbage" by Samantha Memi

We begin our annual humor fest with a bit of silliness from one of our favorite flash fiction authoresses, Samantha Memi.  We've featured Samantha's work a few times, and always with a few belly-laughs.  

Samantha's latest collection of short fiction is entitled "All in letters bound in string" and it an be ordered directly from her website,   You may read an advance review of it here.

Enjoy and laugh.  Stay tuned for more April Foolishness.

To a caterpillar, on admiring my prize cabbage

by Samantha Memi

All a twirl, the curly leaf of green

'neath which ye crawl, so can nae be seen.

I know ye are there, ye malevolent being

For the leaf that was whole now has holes for the seeing.

Och, a God's creature ye are and deserve to be feeding

But the cabbage that's your dinner was one I've been breeding

To win the first prize in the Scottish Cabbage Show,

And to have something better than McGreggor the Low.

McGreggor the Low has won all the top prizes,

For his cabbages are treated to be enormous sizes,

And you, you little bastard, have given him the chance

To sneak a hoot in my direction at the Cabbage Show Dance.

I've yet to win a prize, though I know I'm the wiser,

For McGreggor the Low uses hormone fertilizer.

But this year I'd have done it for this cabbage was huge,

Or it was till ye ate it, ye mean larva of a Scrooge.

I'm all of a loss now to know what to do,

Och, killing is too good for the greedy likes of you,

I'll pickle ye in acid, or feed ye to the cat,

But whatever I do it will nae bring my cabbage back.