Zucchini

I am STILL looking for something wonderful to share at Alfred on Sabbath for Harvest of Thanks. By the way, if you want to spend a special day fellowshipping PLEASE join us there at 10:45. It's the only church in Alfred that meets on Sabbath (maybe the only church) so you can't miss it. Anyway, this is NOT the poem that I am going to share over there but I just could not resist sharing it with YOU!

Ode to Zucchini

Zucchini, oh zucchini,

It's not that I'm ungrateful.

When I think of all your vitamins,

There must be loads in every plateful.

But for days, my kitchen's been a mess,

And it's all because of you, I guess.

I'd vowed I would not waste

A single one of you.

I baked you and I fried you,

Pickled, froze, and I dried you.

I made every zucchini recipie I knew.

And now, just as I tucked the last of you

In a quaint new bread, called, "Banzini,"

My proud little boy is telling me,

"Look, Mom, I found 13 more zucchini!"

So, zucchini, oh zucchini,

Though I think you're quite terrific,

Could you, please, just try to be

A little less prolific?

By Linda Andersen