Humor/Satire / christopher the carrot

Megan Forquer
Creative Writing Class 1-20-08
Christopher the carrot was usually very content,
Except for whenever he almost got stomped by an elephant.
He would sit in the garden and sun bathe all day long,
By night though he was wild sporting his bright purple thong.
Christopher was quiet the party animal…Though you could barley tell,
Because he would rarely raise his voice, he didn’t yell.
But one day the pickles herd a scream. The tomatoes swore on this to,
For when they arrive to see good-old Christopher, he had been eaten nothing left but his Elmer’s glue.
The cucumbers were baffled the peppers in distress,
For poor little Christopher would be taking the eternal rest.
There was really not much they could do, it was decided a funeral would be good,
So they made him a casket out of his glue and some rotten wood.
Everyone was silent that gloomy day,
There were few people who knew what to say.
Then out of the blue came a kind stranger… who cleared his throat and swallowed,
Don’t you see this is not how things should be Christopher would not want you to wallow.
Then the vegetables all took a minute to ponder,
And realized Christopher would have sent them down yonder.
So they dried their tears and sucked it up,
And pushed his wood over to the wandering duck.