When Cucumber Comes
When cucumber comes to market ready
Placed next to produce in the store
In the company of strange vegetables
Odd fruits sit there spoiling not happy
Oppressed in dirty boxes every day they worry
Declare war on items grown and green
Things on sale that should not be there
Cucumbers selling three for three dollars is not fare
Fruits can not tell the truth or do arithmetic
They don't understand cucumbers are only one dollar each
Don't realize such things when packed away in storage
Some vegetables are green and waxy
Those are the facts
They taste good and have a snappy crunch
You do not have to pay taxes on vegetables
They are placed on tables in a salad after hours
That is what they were made for
Not for war
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