Roots Rising

‘Twas a rebellion rooted in sediment
months of tubering under soil.
Maturation their only impediment,
sharing messages through filaments.

After months of vegetative repose,
the uprising soon t’would break ground.
The Celledrake sensed a grassy nose
ready to battle the fruits he opposed.

Sweet Podrake let out a battle cry,
sprawled in curvy, appealing pose,
“I’m just as sweet as cranberry!”
making Podrake shed an eye.

“Frick the fruits!”
decried Turnidrake, the sage.
“Now, is the rising of the roots!”
the tubors lifted leafy salutes.

“Communal villains a’the countertops!”
the Mandrake let a wilting spell loose,
as Scarlet Radidrake tap-roots and hops,
distracting unsuspecting fruit crops.

Candrake mounted his tasty steed
while Ebony Radidrake sprayed the sky.
Horseradidrake has deep-rooted speed
dispersing the curse t’make their foes die.

‘Twas a rebellion rooted in sediment
months of tubering under soil.
The Root People rejoiced in merriment
unaware victory meant faster ingestment (of their kind).