Cucumber Poem
It’s a little bit strange, it’s against the times
But vines above my alley hold cucumber vines
Yellow flowered gerkins sprout on electric flows
And far above the concrete, green shoots curl in rows
But amdist it all is one great giant beast
A monster of a gourd, made for a feast
Shouldn’t we pick it or do something while we can?
Or will we just let it fall? Is that the way? Is that our plan?
I do not have a ladder, I don’t even have a clue
If one did pick this cucumber, would it electrocute you?
—
“I don’t even have a clue”.
[Ferret is taking the picture of said “cucumber” in the morning when one of his neighbors, walking his cockeyed dog, sees him.]
Neighbor
Oh, very good.
[Ferret nods.]
Neighbor
Good picture!
Ferret
这个黄瓜怎么那么大?
Why is this cucumber so big?
Neighbor
哦,这ä¸æ˜¯ä¸€ä¸ªé»„瓜,是ä¸ç“œï¼
Oh, this isn’t a cucumber, it’s a loofah!
Ferret
是å—?能åƒå—?
Really? Can you eat it?
Neighbor
ä¸èƒ½åƒå•Šï¼å¥½ç”¨æ´—澡啊ï¼
You can’t eat it. It’s good for washing with.Â
Ferret
哦。
Oh.
No cucumber after all; it’s a sponge!