In Scotland,
They call a squash,
A marrow.
Such a fancy term!
In Canada,
We're not so posh,
We simply choose,
To call it SQUASH
By Dee...on a challenge from a friend...June 9th,2006
Ha ha! Love your little poem. To us a squash and a marrow are different things but who cares.
DEE...WHATEVER THAT CHALLENGE HAD BE...YOU SURELY MUST HAVE ACCOMPLISHED IN VICTORY....SHORT, BUT OH. SO SWEET! ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK
I love stuffed marrow, which is cut into rings and filled with savoury mince, with oinions and muchrooms etc., Delicious. I think you have done well to MARROW it down to just two verses. Great stuff! Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You took up the challenge and have completed the great task, And the prize? , Well you have always contained it...TALENT! Love Duncan x