Marrow Poem by Dee Daffodil
Marrow
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
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4/16/2024 5:38:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You took up the challenge and have completed the great task, And the prize? , Well you have always contained it...TALENT! Love Duncan x