The Vegetable Queen

My heart beats for the vegetable queen
Short and curvy, funny and smart
She is round and random as a cabbage
A true queen among people who are like vegetables
Her hair is the brown of a potato skin
Reaching down her back in ribbony locks
That put one in mind of dark cornsilk
Only not as vibrant
Dull and mousy, but glowing
Like the albino pumpkin
In the still life for Art Major