Vegetable Baby

This is inspired by the idea that we start life as a baby and end life as a baby. Rather morbid and definitely one of the weirdest poems I have ever written! Comments would be appreciated

My hospital bed; just like a womb,

But the food was better last time,

A vegetable baby in a museum,

People listened instead of stared

The first time:

My mummy was my protective lining, but

Now this stranger they call a nurse,

She moves from potato to cauliflower

I’m pining for my beautiful hearse

This colourful hearse: my mother’s womb,

A hearse for life, like a flowers bloom 

This hospital speaks of demise and gloom,

A dreary abyss; my eternal tomb

Hospitals are like a child’s dinner,

We vegetables lay there- no nurse

Particularly wants to touch,

Babies are plump, but now I’m thinner,

A vegetable baby: a nurse’s dinner

A baby I was once, and

A baby I am now,

My mummy is this ‘nurse’

Please kill me now.