This is one about an aubergine on a bike:

In a garden, where the sun does shine,
A tale of whimsy, both strange and fine,
There stood an eggplant, plump and tall,
Ready to embark on a quest for all.

Its skin, a deep and vibrant hue,
Purple majesty, a splendid view,
In a world of green, it dared to be,
An eggplant on a bike, wild and free.

With handlebars gripped by its leafy hand,
It pedaled through the fertile land,
Tires spinning on the path it chose,
A vegetable on wheels, it clearly knows.

The wind whispered secrets in its ear,
As the eggplant cycled, without fear,
Through rows of carrots, aubergines passed by,
On this bike, it reached for the sky.

Zucchinis waved, tomatoes did cheer,
As it wheeled through fields, far and near,
The eggplant's journey, a remarkable sight,
A two-wheeled adventure, under the sunlight.

Up hills and down dales, it did roll,
A culinary explorer, with a veggie soul,
On this bicycle, no task too tough,
For an eggplant with dreams, that's quite enough.

In the end, it found a patch of ground,
A home among vegetables, it had found,
But the memory of that ride, forever dear,
An eggplant on a bike, without peer.