How can they buy me?
But not care for me.
I think you expect us to work
without a human touch
or Mother Nature\'s gifts.
Too bad; those in conjunction are vital.
You can find us at your nearest relative\'s house,
who is aloof to all of us on the counter and shelves.
We\'re as fit as a fiddle and vigorous
the moment we\'re thanked for.
Nonetheless, in due course,
we are expected to bend and rust,
like a bicycle in the rain.
Oh, how I wish I was in the rain.
Take a card to your next celebration,
and save us for those with green thumbs.
We yearn for their solicitude.