At mile marker 98
just past Route 42
I like to put the windows down
and let fresh air blow through
First I pass the rows of corn
tall and green like trees
Their smell, though nice, sticks in my teeth
so I give them a "3"
Next up is the berry patch
a sweet and fragrant heaven
But too much sugar rots my nose
still they get a "7"
Finally the onion fields
come up around the bend
Their pungent, piercing, bold bouquet
earns them a perfect "10"
I breathe in deep and scrunch my nose
just like Robert DeNiro
Until I pass the cattle ranch —
with its stinky, bagel "Zero"
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