Grimbeau

Look out!

An ill wind

Coughs: spits out

Lilac phlegm.

Now smell

sweet almond waft

angry onions:

this garden is

full of livid

sad mad

bramble.

Ghoulish dead potato

crazed leek

rise up to

taste

doomed decay

reeking havoc

hear

the cluck as

amok chickens

weep behind trembling

toffee wrappers

See

Behind that mauve shed

a terrible lettuce

is born.