Who says you can’t farm in the city?
Get your hands all mucked and gritty
We’ve got backyards with lots of space
And planted seeds that grew apace
One thing we planted years ago
That proudly we can say did grow
Were grape vines, and they yielded fruit
What clustered drops of juicy loot!
Just harvested at peak of season
A dusty purple, so eye-pleasin’
The goal is jelly, wobbly sweet
From vine to jar, the loop’s complete
You’d think it hard, those farmer’s say
But do things fast, the urban way
In mere short hours, all work’s done
So little toil, and way more fun!
Who cares if cleaning’s such a pain
My house looks like a hurricane
It matters not that I did spill
A ton of crap with power drill…
I’m covered head to toe in grapes
Off ceiling detritus I scrape
(I’m serious, I really did it
The mess it made! Nope, I’m not kiddin’!)
You don’t need acres, horse or plow
You’ll make out what to do somehow
Perhaps a YouTube video
Will show you all you need to know…
What matters most is food from scratch
There’s heart and soul in every batch
Your tidy home might take a beating -
But satisfaction’s in the eating!
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