The Squash Is Overgrown Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion
The Squash Is Overgrown
J-ust let the early Sunday
U-se the good weather;
L-ight nineteenth February
I-s bright and warm
E-ver.
A-llow the Saturday night to pass,
N-ew dawn is about to break;
N-either dusk nor twilight allows your heart to ache.
G-ourd family plant fruit's large size
E-liminates the gall stone;
N-o small pulp I've found,
I-'ve seen the squash is
O-vergrown.
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