Cucumbers Poems - Poems about Cucumbers

cathartic Cathy cautioned counted cucumbers distressing dungeon dragon’s delicate Dalmatian effective Evie enthusiastically explained efforts following five frolicking frisky French francs giving grateful granny goose grumpy grits handily helping Helena’s high hysterics igniting illustrious iguana’s intricate ideals...

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"It's a pickle party!" The neon flier pinned on the board said Happy was the green speckled cucumber When the text he read "How lovely!" He thought with a bright grin on his speckled, dotty face I must share the news, the mini-cucumbers have a place! Pickles hardly party, but this would be really fun Let's bring vinegar, garlic, onions, and dill...

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CUCUMBERS OR NUMBERS Here we are together, all as mates Clustered in several separate plates Vinegar soaked, as all pickles are Yet each in our own way, a star Adding that extra taste to cheese As our main intention is to please While we are still hale and hearty The gherkin says, let’s have a party Our French friend won’t understand He’s a cornichon in...

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Together – he and I – him and me We grow things in abundance Green beans, tomatoes, squash Okra, calves, chicks and pigs Guineas and turkeys, some kittens A puppy who is mostly grown But never too old to play Together – we – us – our Hearts thrive on a world Of abundance, plenty, wealth In rich, black earth that gets Nutrients from a downpour Pounding...

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There once was a Nun who knew Bill For his cucumbers gave her a thrill Off to sleep she went, dreamt Her thoughts heavenly sent All sweating she woke up with a shrill Now embarrassed she's off to confess That a cucumbers left her distressed To the Father she cries Would they be Bill's he replied I've dreamt, now let us totally repent < came...

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Bill’s cucumbers grew long and hard Nuns queued up for them in his yard ‘Twas their weekly treat… They were not to eat I’ll finish here… or I’ll get barred! 08/12/20...

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Some matters are subject to laws; some others happen at random. 'De gustibus' a Latin tag goes, non est disputandum.' (Good time there's never to waste on arguing long about taste). So I relish radishes merrily; I savour long sticks of celery. The fruits of the earth are all wonders except for slimy cucumbers which I avoid like the plague in daylight, which invade my dreams...

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