Writing about big zucchinis can be as big a job to undertake as the zucchinis are large. |
"My zucchini has a first name. It's M-O-N-S-T-E-R. "My zucchini has a last name. It's P-I-C-K-L-E..." So goes the commercial I might expect to write, that sounds like sliced meat from years gone by, but it doesn't really kick unless you like a big green foot. Back to the drawing board I must quickly hie, to advertise zucchini, way up into the sky but that doesn't fit. So far, but I think so nigh. "Dear, Momma, please don't make me eat, what might eat me back today!" "I sliced it small. It's not a feat. Just a zucchini pickle I'd say." Yes, better far, but I still don't know how to zucchinis sell As a truck-sized vegetable I learned to grow or a tale I learned to tell. Do I describe this zucchini as the Giant Pickle that Larry, the Cucumber fought? Could it be as Everest climbed by a professor who taught? "O casserole! O casserole! How large thy kingly green! "The biggest dish for Christmas time the world has ever seen!" Just sing it to "O, Tannenbaum!" all sliced as stately tree And sip some tea to remain calm as from the quest you're free. So was it big the task at hand or the zucchini on my plate? I know it not for by my plan, 'twas in hunger that I ate. It was so big this poem write that words hard-sought were finally seen And by my trow 'twas crisply tight for I'm zucchini green! by Jay O'Toole on July 17, 2016 at 10:45 PM, EDT 250 words 36 lines |