Garden Sobriety

Carrotted juice is a mixture of root
Redundant, that's true
By order of dirt

We stand at the party
The tables and chairs
Sitting to stand it
And sucking on pears

Moderate pleasure is ours for the take
Gathering leaves makes the chewing like cake

Simile factions won't metaphor down
Blown by balloons who popped out a clown

Semper the fido and watch out the fence
Onward we talk while a darkness comes hence