Golden Crookneck Summer Squash
o green peas’r pleasers
and carrots are tops
and rutabagas!
one of our noblest crops
but the star of the spread
whether banquet or nosh
is the glorious golden
crookneck summer squash
you can turn up your nose
at turnips and beans
you can spare us asparagus,
scorn corn by all means
go sparsely with parsley,
but never by gosh
neglect to serve golden
crookneck summer squash
now of all the vegetables
grown in the fields,
whether sliced, diced, or grated,
whether minced, chopped, or peeled,
if they’re scrubbed or they’re scraped
or they’re soaked or they’re washed,
there’s none like the golden
crookneck summer squash
now there’s leaves, stalks, and stems
and there’s edible roots
there’s seeds, nuts, and berries,
and various fruits
by the bushel, the barrel,
the bucket, the peck,
but there’s none like the summer squash
golden crookneck.
An anonymous poem discovered in a random book in the old Home Ranch library, Clark, Colorado. In search of an author.
