I am THE MAN

A cartoonish fellow,
you'll see me squashing about
on legs like overcooked string beans,
scraping along in sandals of Japanese eggplant.
My body resembles a lettuce leaf sail
hoisted over a cherry tomato hull,
arms forecasting October's grapevines.
My head's a candied apple
minus one bite.

Pleased to meet ye!
Please don't eat me!