In summer re: I haint getting undressed!

Hence donning entire wardrobe,

Saint Nick outfit including,

while trumpeting think spring

argh only about four plus months away

lest some big bird willingly

takes me under their wing

undiscovered since I won't be peaking,

nor quacking duck like

prompts yours truly xing

to tropical rainforest

playing Tarzan and swing

from a vine, while Jane and Cheetah

(sometimes billed as

Cheetah, Cheta, and Chita)

spend hours shopping

upon returning home stock

pantry and house zing

cupboards stacked chock full of

goodies fit for average king doubling

up as Santa Claus gaining

weight courtesy snack foods like

Yodels, Little Debbies, Ring Ding...

thence outsize tummy doth happily sing

Christmas Carols practicing

all year round, especially

hoe hoe hoe wing

nsync with crops germinating

bending, stooping, watering... weeding

abiding techniques organic farming

naturally whenever possible mission avoiding

distributing, generating, impacting

ecological damage, viz carbon footprint

cheerily, humorously proselytizing

landlubbers (land lovers with lisp)

courtesy sweat of one's brow reaping

robust healthy crops - only allowing

enabling, and employing...

eco-friendly deterrents

bajillion green thumbs up

approved by Greta Thunberg

greenlighting her inspiration

to awaken global warming

hence first dibs when harvesting

season this after she subtly,

nonchalantly, enviously... seen eyeing

analogous vis a vis

hungry critters salivating

(think Pavlov's dog)

to savor NON GMO eye watering

delectable, honorable, laudable...

yumzook produce bespeaking

please help yourself

fast forward months later finding

das overly dressed mistir shivering

despite heavily bundled

nature's vegetarian smorgasbord

brutal coldspell faintly recalling

pitch perfect weather eventually returning.