On The Cutting Board

Said the cutting board to the knife 
When you do your chop chop 
All the veggies go drop drop
Cut up to be curried
In no way hurried 
Steamed, stir fried 
Pickled or dried 
All nutrients supplied
On farmers relied 
When the sky opened up cried 
The soil that crumbled n died 
lived and freshened and happily sighed 

When the veggies went under the knife 
to be skinned and chopped 
they became a gourmet delight 
making digestion alright.