The Last Cucumber from my Fridge

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‘Cucumber’ courtesy of Pixabay.com
If I sliced it into twenty slivers
and sliced each sliver
into a sluice
of a slush
I would no longer have a
cucumber
Just a soup
that once consumed
would slither through my inners
and slip out into the sewers
sloppy
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019
Inspired by the ‘last cucumber from the garden’ by Giovanni Singleton.

 

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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