"Eat your veggies," as a nipper I was told
but I'd hide 'em on me lap so Mum wouldn't scold
then all the quicker feed 'em to the dish-licker
before they were even cold
now I'm older not sadder but wiser
and do enjoy a tasty appetiser
they may appear to look like a pear
here's a myth I wish to quash
tho' they're fruit chayotes taste like
zucchini cucumber or squash
against the fence homegrown I grow me own
and me garden's full of chokos
"Choko-bloc," one might even say
I'll do a prickly pear or two
but still don't eat veggies to this day
I do not like the taste of zucchini,
so might I please suggest
we have instead fettuccini?
That dish has zest!
Zucchini is considered a veggie
very healthful for you,
but I’d rather get a wedgie
than eat that poo!
Baked in cakes or bread, it tastes good to me.
Sweet is better than raw.
Eating it plain should be
against the law!
Jan. 5, 2023
For Writing Challenge - Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
I am ztuck with a huge zucchini glut
An overwhelming zight
To try and rectify the zituation
I am cooking day and night
Zautéed, grilled with cheeze
A rather deliciouz chocolate cake
Znuck into zalads, ztuffed or fried
Appearing fazter than I can bake
To avoid any kind of wazte
I've tried giving the extraz away
I'm over the mazzive zucchini zupply
zo no more zucchini for me today
..... zero! zilch!
Zucchini in Hiding
David J Walker
What am I supposed to do
With this HUGE Zucchini
That hid under the HUGE leaves
Of its mother plant
For a month
Guarding it against a harvest
It is at last three feet long
And 10 inches around
I think I could use it to
Pound tent stakes into
The ground
I see there are recipes
For Huge Zucchini
Stuffed with Italian sausage
And mushrooms and cheese
That looks like it could feed
An Army
Or
I could hollow it out
To make a boat
Assuming it could float
Or
Grow another and
Carve both into those
Wooden Dutch boy shoes
Or
I could have left it alone
To grow on its own
Big enough to
Carve into a camper
Attaching wheels and an awning
Hooking it to the back of my
Pickup truck
Registering it as the only
Zucchini Camper in the country
Next year I swear
(as I always have)
To watch my garden with
More care
And keep checking by the
The hour
When the Zucchini’s start
To flower in the morning
By night it may be too late
And as fate will have it
I will discover another
Huge Zucchini in hiding
Zucchini can be used
Instead of of the pasta
Using a special gadget
For cutting the zucchini
The gadget will make it
twirl
Then cooked in tomato sauce
A break from spaghetti
As well the other pasta
Bread can be made with
zucchini
It is tasty to enjoy
"I have found that no matter how much I detest zucchini, my pride is still the hardest thing for me to swallow."
-Jesse Rowe
Zucchini.
So it was when I was young
That battles raged upon my tongue.
I'd choke and gag and heave and spit
Despite best intents to swallow it
My throat closed like a prison gate.
My tongue locked in with vile cell mate.
And even though I loathed the taste
It yet remained, a cud-like paste.
Even today, I still steer clear
Should ever that emerald squash appear,
But if it comes to what I must ingest
There's but one thing I more detest:
Pride.
8/30/2016
Once two of my least favorite veggies in the world,
I realized just how quickly life can change on you
Through the course of time
How sudden the impact it can have as you grow.
I hated Zucchini; I used to cry when I saw my mom cut it into a bowl.
As she added the Squash and threw it on the pan to have it sautéed,
I’d beg her to make potatoes instead.
But she’d ignore me and dump the yellow and green mess on my plate.
I would refuse to eat it, cry as she stuffed it in my mouth
Spoonful, by spoonful.
A gruesome flavor I thought it to be.
A taste of watered down cucumbers
Swam in my mouth.
I’d cry and choke it down
Over and over again.
Two years later, I get a change of heart.
One day, I carefully taste my plate full of sautéed Zucchini and Squash.
The flavors begin to blend together.
A harmony of seasonings dance on my taste buds,
Exotic spices swimming in my mouth.
My eyes widen as the new taste
Gets to me, and I shout,
“Oh Lord! I’ve been missing so much!”
From that day on, the food is my favorite.
I never complain about it being on my plate.
Kind to think of it, I don’t complain at all.