Two squash were walking on the road.
A car came along and hit one into the next zip code.
I picked it up and took it to the ER.
Doc said, "This is going to leave a big scar."
Doc came back to announce, "I have good news and bad."
"It's doing rather well for such a fragile little lad."
"It's going to live if it goes under the knife,
But it will be a vegetable for the rest of its life."
This poem was written for a contest about "squash". (I won a ribbon)
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