I draw a bead from up high in my cliff side perch. The sun is sweltering and blasting my eyes cruel like. a little closer..damnit, as sweat is stinging my sore chapped lips... just a bit *crack* cha chink ba chink ker *ack*.
a confused horse with an empty saddle and a wilting and tumbling head of kale are all that's sadly left. my work is done here. i put my new 30 od self re-chirping kale gun with cell phone coimpatibility back in it'd photosynthetic recharger, mount my palfrey and depart into the crimson and burnt umber dipping orb(the sun) whilst whistling a sullen ballad nonetheless in G chirpe. another day, another bounty, and i'm none the wiser....dewwy ewewy ewe dew ewe ew. dew dew dewey dew dew dew dewey dew. that's just the big chirpe on my shoulders talking there people coupled by the experience of my clovered hooves.

nice poem but couldn't link what the title had to do with any of it.

Sometimes i laugh at myself, some times i don't I.... (thwumpe) <Baba is knocked off of the podium and into the shadows by what appears to be a head of kale? from where? It has a Nasa stamp on it? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! YOU FOOLS! NOT THE KALE TOO!>

You have so much emotion into this, it really grabs the readers attention. I like it a lot!!!