Best Eggplant Poems
It was moms birthday she loved eggplant
I didn't hear the man as he began to rant
I was a cooked child kneeling on stoic air
in the back room I ate, without his stare
a purple eggplant was devoured as I trembled
wolfing it down, I quickly re-assembled
no I did not care, mom wasn't there
to see her child labor without fair, fare .
January 16, 2019
They've been working on this for years
Inside the government
To try a replace the brain of man
With that of a purple eggplant
This idea to me sounds genius
If you know what it is that I mean
People round here might start making sense
Pass the veggies if you please
They called all the top notched scientists
And vegetarians throughout the land
To see what would be the best variety
In this eggplant transplant experiment
They settled on the aubergine
Great Brittan's joy and pride
When it comes to the perfect eggplant
Those Limey's will not be denied
They were afraid if they went to the private sector
That person would surely be missed
So they grabbed someone unsuspecting
Inside of the government
They told the low level employee
A bit of truth mixed with a little white lie
They needed him for his vast understanding and knowledge
Plus they'd be serving cookies on the side
They added a little something to the cookie dough
That knocked the governmental genius to his knees
Plopped him down on the gurney
...Let the experiment proceed if you please
They cracked his skull wide open
Where upon they couldn't believe their eyes
Right there inside of his cranium
Already an eggplant did reside
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Baked Eggplant Casserole
Garden fresh Eggplant
Battered fried to golden brown
Layered shredded cheese
Tomato herb sauce
Happy mouth
Best!
Fear, like global gossip - a wolfish sci-fi blob;
under-the-bed and closet monsters DO exist.
Twenty-twenty will live iconically as "The year that wasn't".
The year that mind morphing pods consumed sensibility
- when pointed fingers and screams chased
the witches of blame and resentment
until their drowning breaths were silent.
While few dare to sip from the poison chalice,
the jester insists ... as metaphors become
morbid realities.
Submitted for Team Poetry Soup's Coronavirus challenge
Eggplant stuffed mama sporting a big dress
With two twin rams – lettuce and watercress
Marched into the fray and demanded to be heard.
Some of the thinner women yelled “my word!”
I pretended that eggplant mama was as thin as me
Which is not so thin now that I am two hundred and three
But there is a difference for she is an eggplant, and I am a hog.
The rams were immediately chased downhill by an old farm dog.
Eggplant is eggplant!
Some food, sort of spices,
vegetables, legumen,
leaves ... are undesirable ...!
Among all, for sure
the bitter eggplant ... who likes it?
But poor eggplant wants
turn this little bitterness
in pure taste and pleasure ...
And she herself who teaches us:
"cut me into thin slices,
not so thin you can't
recognize me ...
Pass me in wheat flour,
then beaten egg until
i moisten with pleasure ...
Then throw me
in a bowl full of cheese
Parmesan ... when I'm
well impregnated with this divine
cover ,,, throw me without fear
in skillet already hot in oil
abundant ... hope the first oil
please ... wait a while until it
becomes golden ...
Remove me still a little hot,
and serve yourself a cold beer.
rest in the armchair and watch
Toronto Raptors wins...
Friends in truth I say to you:
tastier snack than this
In the world there is surpassing ...!
eggplant entity
encroaching or approaching?
earth moves slowly, unsure
whether to greet or run
eggplant entity
in all the solar systems
why did you choose this one?
have you always been here?
eggplant entity
you are gorgeous
know if we run, it is due to fear
not because we do not love you
Peeled eggplant coins dipped in egg
Batter, well seasoned;
Thyme, basil, salt and a dash
Of oregano;
Sesame oil, fried,
On rice bed,
Wow!