oh lettuce how tasty you once was, but once cometh up your time is so short.
the days have come and past us by, once eaten by us is eaten no more.
what missed our plate, grew so strong and was also shared by menacing bugs.
ravaged by man and insect you stood strong still and took to heart the shining sun.
now what's left is stretching out, what could our little lettuce seek?
alas the sun's strong heat has poached my prize and set it to beat the seat.
bolting out from little heads is my flowering lettuce that once Fed ted.
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