now out of his cage
and near the fruit
on the table
Tommy the gerbil
fought the cucumber
as if the giant phallus
wanted to curse him
or crush him
rolling like a bowling ball
the poor mongolian mouse
a gerbil
squeaking and afraid
of a vegetable out of control
the cucumber came to a rest
and Tommy took a breath
it is not safe
in the kitchen
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