The Melancholy AubergineOh look upon this aubergine,
its skin so wrinkled and obscene;
its purple bloom begun to fade,
flesh over-ripe, and soft with age.
Consider now this aubergine;
the days it lived, the fate it dreamed
when plucked from desert, or from snow
(I'm not quite sure where eggplant grow).
Now pity here this aubergine,
victim of kitchen destiny
- had it been avocat instead!
oh tragic tale of list, misread.
Exams have sent me mad. Send help.
13 comments:
Poor, poor Aub...so very sad.
So sad!!
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hang in there. exams should finish soon. and then it's summer :)
Exams do that to a person. The answer's always chocolate.
lolz.
you fail?
sophie .x
however i wish I could write poetry as BEAUTIFUL as that
Deborah - I've already commmented you back, but thankyou so much! Such a massive help!
A Forkful of Spaghetti - you have some you want to share?
Soph - You fail? Do you even have to ask? Yes. Yes I do. To think I have three years doing English at uni yet to come, and I have peaked with 'The Melancholy Aubergine'.. X__X
a tragedy indeed. twas a lovely ode, though--a righteous send-off. :)
Poor aubergine...
So abandoned, so old.
My problem is with zuchini
So forgotened it got mold...
Oh how I weep for your aubergine :'(..a single emo tear will stay on my cheek for the entire day!
'Twas a good ode though =)
Clair.x
PS. Help is on it's way in the form of emails =P
ugh! exams! those were the days for me too! But it's been a while since I've taken an exam, it feels good. Hope you finish soon and start cooking again!
I love the poetic ode to the eggplant! You're a wonderful writer too. Amazing!
That was by far the saddest, but best ode to an aubergine I've ever read... bravo!
I'm in agreement with Chuck...I never thought I'd feel so bad for an eggplant!
What a beautifully morose ode. I feel for the aubergine. Hang in there, sweetie *hugs*
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