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The Glisten On The Aubergine

What is there that’s more serene

Than the glisten on the aubergine?

What on God’s earth is akin

To that gleam upon purple skin?

To see the sun reflected so

Will always lift you when you’re low.

So when your life is in a mess

Just gaze upon its pure brightness.

     Oh aubergine, oh aubergine,

     Delightful be thy glimmer

     By contrast other vegetables’

     Reflections are much dimmer.

What, pray tell me, could supplant

The sparkle of a fine eggplant?

To denigrate its luminosity

Is the pinnacle of pomposity.

You don’t need a feather duster

To buff up its marvellous lustre,

Just the sun’s caressing rays

Are sufficient for its glaze.

     Oh aubergine, oh aubergine,

     Pray lift me with your light.

     Without your dazzling glisten

     My life’s a crock of shite.

What is there that can compare

With that brilliant shining glare?

Travel far across the briny,

You’ll never see a thing so shiny.

And even when it starts to wrinkle

The eggplant’s sheen beats any star’s twinkle.

I’d happily sing and do a silly dance

In celebration of the aubergine’s brilliance.

     Oh aubergine, oh aubergine,

     Oh how I love your gloss

     You make all other vegetables

     Look a pile of toss.

     Oh aubergine, oh aubergine

     How I admire your glitter.

     You can take all other vegetables

     And stick them up your shitter.

     Oh aubergine, oh aubergine,

     The finest on the planet.

     To you I dedicate these words...

     OK, you’re right, I’ll can it.

Poetry

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