Sonnet To A Cucumber

Hail cucumber! Long green, the proper stuff,

     We welcome you upon the festive board;

When I say “We” I mean the mighty horde,

For all bow at your altar right enough,

Beef eater and vegetarian bluff.

     Bucolic in your habits O, cucum-

     Ber you are not the demon held by some,

But come to fill a long felt want I wean,

You are so sweet and cool and crisp and green.

A bellyache by any other name

O luscious cucum ber would be the same.

     Success succeeds, and so do you O cuke,

     Though seedy you have not won by a fluke,

But parked yourself by fair means into fame.

July 1^st, ‘05