Here’s a pretty lame attempt at E.E. Cummings-style wordplay from what seems like a century ago. Surprisingly, it was published in a local publication (Camens Expeditus) at the time. Obviously meant to be tongue-in-cheek (no pun intended) it was just a fun little number, not unlike Steve Miller Band’s “Hot Chili”, except you can;t really dance to it…
-ODE TO A GAMY PICKLE-
Not quite green
Too white
to be true
The seeds f
a l
l
The seeds f
a l
l
in a
sideways
glance
leaving
sideways
glance
leaving
hollow
sounding
eyes
Lumpy
Scaly
Slimy
Scaly
Slimy
Phosphoresence
Transmogrification
of a
Cucumber
to
a
greasy
Dill
Brine
Soapy tasting water…
Sour
to the touch
It turns
my gaze away
for fear of being invited
to dine
upon
it
Hard skin
Impassible
Too tough to
breach
Yet
inside
Transmogrification
of a
Cucumber
to
a
greasy
Dill
Brine
Soapy tasting water…
Sour
to the touch
It turns
my gaze away
for fear of being invited
to dine
upon
it
Hard skin
Impassible
Too tough to
breach
Yet
inside
Soft
unsolid
mass
of
pulpish
gore
I can not
stand
it
any longer
unsolid
mass
of
pulpish
gore
I can not
stand
it
any longer
I must cast
it
into
the
A
b
y
s
s
© AR Howerton 1993