Stepping gingerly down each row,
How to choose? I do not know.
This one leans a bit to the side,
That one's so ugly it wants to hide.
I touch the stems and feel for bumps,
I don't want one with awkward lumps.
This one is too big,
That one is too small,
How do I find the best one of all?
Finally, my eyes do see,
The perfect one in front of me.
I pick it up, my grin spread wide,
At last at home, it comes inside.
