planet gareth : poems : the courgette

On Tue, Apr 17, 2001 at 06:51:00PM +0100, The Evil Twin wrote:

"Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to compose a poem, in any language, about courgettes."


The Courgette

In a garden once I wandered, list'ning closely by the pond, heard
Ever near a sound beyond - birds calling me like some poor pet.
Fleeing as the hedges narrowed, both my soil and soul were harrowed,
Came a cry that froze my marrow, "Do not leave this sopor yet!"
Watching, though my mind grew number, falling to this cold new slumber,
I could see each dark cucumber taunting me to ne'er forget.
Theirs I was, but yet serenely, still I held that they'd not wean me
From my lost belov'd zucchini - I would not submit nor fret.
Though, alas, I was too late, and slowly yielded to my fate,
Predestined since the first I ate - the cold and darkling sweet courgette.


"Written 11:00-11:30, Wednesday, 18th April 2001. Just before breakfast."

Emma challenged people to write a poem about courgettes. Blame her.