If in all innocence
broccoli brings out flatulence
not to dwell but how many unfortunate smells
will it impart from a single floret
and in the end when it rends
does it sound like a bassoon or clarinet?
And what about the brussel sprout?
No doubt it will create heady fallout
and if on the quiet you ever diet or fast
as you are and repeat all you eat
this gas too at last shall pass.
Also the humble cucumber
which on you may do a number
what light wind
breaks through yonder soft butt?
Smile if while seated at the dinner table
as you may be able to blame the mutt.
Categories:
cuke, humorous, wind,
Form: Rhyme
I can still smell the scent of pickling spice drifting through the house-
a pickle is just a cucumber, whether it is a cuke, spear, or coin
in a brine of white vinegar, water, spices and pickling salt
and left to ferment for days, weeks, sometimes years
but still remain always cool and so crunchy
forever crispy- no matter the length
delightfully sour, the most is best
low calorie snack for anytime
or addition to a sandwich
and just plain delicious
oh, I crave a pickle
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February 21, 2020
Poetry/List/Grandma's Dill Pickle
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1227-376-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, Your Fav poem not for a contest
sponsor, John Hamilton
Seventh Place
Categories:
cuke, food,
Form: List