What was the first Thanksgiving really about
There was never a turkey, just squash, geese and trout
Did the natives bring jerky
Well, the history's murky
But as the nation took off, the natives lost out
Kabash Should Wash Off Squash
Oh why not can go ahead and kibosh,
And while you are at it start to wash,
Bottom to top;
Do not stop;
Off all of the surface of yellow squash.
Another cooking poem.
There is more than one kind of pumpkin seed.
One can be eaten, the other does feed.
A red dotted fish.
Or squash with a wish.
Both handsome specimens of nature indeed.
Butternut squash does it make people moan
Methinks I'm unique, methinks I'm alone
Each to his own
Hold the phone
Why am I different, will I be dethroned