Once upon a pumpkin
The harsh weight of the blade fell
Oh! Jack O’ Lantern!
Whimpered the zucchini squash
Am I to be the next slice!
Halloweeeen! inspiration from dversepoets and FOWC
Zucchini Dreams
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 
Hah! Many many years ago, we lived on 30 acres of land in rural Iowa. Having grown up in Chicago, my husband went a little crazy planting our first garden. We had enough beets to feed the world! And the memory that is rekindled with your post, are the trailing intertwining vines of the pumpkins and the zuchinni squash! Some of the zucchini got hidden in the vines and by the time we found them, they could have been used as doorstops! 🙂 Thanks for the memories!
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I spent most of my 55 years in central Illinois. And I still have a love/hate relationship with zucchini! We didn’t garden but we knew lots of people that did. The first gift loaf of zucchini bread was good but by loaf 5!! No!!
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Ha.. poor vegetable… but
ending up chopped in the pot
is better than staying to rot
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😄 That’s putting a positive spin on it. 😄
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The plight of the zucchini. Who knew? What a fun write!
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Thanks!
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reminds me of Veggie Tales, when vegetables could talk. i dare not let my children know they will say spare the greens MAMA! absolutely adore your poem!
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Thanks. 😄
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Nice portrayal of that zucchini crying out to the Jack O’ Lantern.
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Thanks. 🎃
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