THE SUPER AUBERGINE

The other day, my friend Sammy challenged me to write a poem about an aubergine. This is it.

THE SUPER AUBERGINE

My Mum's friend Jean
Had a vision and a dream
That she would one day be the grower
Of a super aubergine

So she went to the shop
With a skip and hop
Bought a pack of purple seeds
And a purple flower pot

To the garden hurried Jean
With a plan with a scheme
Took a pole, dug a hole
For the super aubergine

Then somehow overnight
In the dark in the light
She drifted off to sleep
In the purple of the night

Till the sun rose high
In the early morning sky
And she threw the curtains open
With a gasp and a cry

There, enormously obscene
Was the super aubergine
Like a giant purple pimple
Where the garden should have been

Thirty, forty, fifty feet
And still growing incomplete
Still inflating and oblating
It was bulging in the street

Fences shattered either side
As the aubergine grew wide
Squashing gnomes and trampolines
In a swelling purple tide

Then as Jean ran out to see, the
Super aubergine broke free
And it cracked up from the earth
And it floated silently

Up and up, and up away
Went the aubergine that day
Drifting gently on the breeze
Till it vanished far away

My Mum's friend Jean
Had a vision and a dream
That she would one day be the grower
Of a super aubergine

But super aubergines
Are the stuff of purple dreams
And her neighbours aren't so keen
On my Mum's friend Jean