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O. crocata II
O. crocata
we thought him a piss drinking puritan
our own demonic green man
humourless
and tumour-less
a remorseless missionary Vegan
he scraped a living from his garden
his gleaning and his barter
and what his garden lacked for veggie's
he supplemented out of hedges
"more power to him" was the word in the dale
"for we'd all do the same if the hedges brewed ale"
sure of his immortality and robust in his good health
he never missed a chance to snipe at medicine work or wealth
and his ever favourite target was the High Street supermarket
we soon tired of his homily and his monolog
worse yet!
they found him cold
curled in his kitchen
where his Vegan soup held a bacon end from the skip behind the market
with Lentils and well we'll never know what he thought it to be
Coriander Parsley Parsnip Celeriac or Celery?
he was well versed in his herbaries
but an oversight caused his demise
for the white roots down by the running water
with dancing greens grow just for slaughter
and they were in his book under O. crocata
it seems strange to me that he just didn't know
what the farm child learned
at the breast somehow
for that's Hemlock Water Dropwort
and one handful killed our cow
