(together with its brothers: pumpkins,
marrow, courgettes, cucumbers, zucchini)
This bloated alderman with face aglow,
Smooth cheeked, smooth arsed, smooth tongued (if it could speak).
Empurpled egg, a sort of status quo
Hiding a sponge-like alimentary freak.
Its contours promise much, but then again,
Is it true food or fraudulent display?
Or worse? Puce pelt that passes through, and then,
Returns below in products of decay.
You can’t hate that, it has a gentle taste,
I’m told. But sodden anonymity
Is proof along the line that taste’s debased
And I was born for greater piquancy.
It is a blob and now its meaning’s overlaid
Who wants a fresh cut slice of meter maid?*
* See French dictionary