A stranger showed up
at my dinner table last night.
She bore a striking resemblance
to middle daughter.
Right down to the cold sores
on middle daughter's bottom lip.
She was such a cute stranger
and since middle daughter
never arrived,
I fed the poor little thing.
I fed the poor little thing.
She really enjoyed the corn and potatoes,
but didn't care for the zucchini.
That's a shame,
because middle daughter
worked so hard
to pick that zucchini
at the farm yesterday
on her field trip.
I think when that zucchini is made
into chocolate zucchini cake,
middle daughter
will materialize.
And she will love zucchini.
In the form of chocolate zucchini cake.
