Ode to Farmers' Market

I play no football
And I am not a Viking
Your stalls are too crowded
For my liking

Your goods are smaller
With more bumps and bruises
But when it comes to taste
Meijer loses

Your tomatoes are redder
Your cheese is divine
Antibiotics are not fed
To your bovine

Beside the cucumbers
Past the peaches
Your stunning flowers
Leave me speechless