Cuke Poem by Ima Ryma

A cucumber veggie am I.
I'm often called just cuke for short.
Sliced into many salads - why?
Humans find me a tasty sort.
My yellow five petaled flowers
Depend mainly on bees to tote
Back and forth my pollen showers
From he to she - I'm both, please note,
Monoecious, a fancy word.
Intimacy is hard to bring.
Having beetween is my preferred.
Bees know how to do our thing.

Bees help my he/she intercourse,
To cuke-ulate with no divorce.