I had a bumper crop of butternut squash this year. The vigorous vines spread over a third of my large garden and spilled out onto the lawn. When the leaves and vines died, I found 64 of the these globular gourds lounging in the sun. Here is the poem they inspired.
Brazen Butternut Squash
It seems I have been affronted
By brazen butternut squash
Who stripped their clothing of leaves and vines
To bask in the buff, unabashed.
Such exhibitionist pepos.
They’re nude! How lewd and how brash
To flaunt their flesh in my wholesome yard.
The nerve of these impudent squash.
Aha! But I have an angle.
These flashers make a good nosh.
I’m armed with knives and a roasting pan
To put the kibosh on the squash!
Iza Trapani- copyright 2012
What can I say? I am out of my gourd 🙂
To read more poems in this week’s Poetry Friday link up please go to Laura Purdie Salas’s blog.