There is something about peppers that invite alliteration. It all started when “Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers…”
Personally I prefer my peppers un-pickled,
Enticingly edible, eatable and esculent,
Pretty, pleasing and plump,
Effortlessly enjoyed and
How about you?
You win some, you lose some, Pepper Pests
Peculiar pepper poetry in four verses
I planted peppers side by side,
in lovely soil they do reside.
From Bonnie Plants they first did grow
Now I have them in a row.
Small at first, they slowly grew,
As often happens, summer flew.
Before I knew it, the plants were leaning,
This happy gardener, smiling, preening.
Crisp green peppers now were mine.
I sliced them open, they’d be divine.
They tasted…awful, how can this be?
Did my garden peppers turn on me?
I puzzled through with careful thought.
They looked so good, but clearly not.
I found their tag in my garden plot.
It was orange peppers I had bought!
Bonnie Plants: Peppers