The Answer is "Antidepressants"
A Poem
By Brynne NelsonPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
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I dreamt of cucumberous folks
Who referred to each other as “blokes.”
Yes British cucumbers,
A townful I numbered.
Such creative thoughts sleeping can coax!
Yet, weirder it quickly became:
The ‘cumbers’ relations I blame.
These pickled cowboys
Rode on crackers for joys.
Not to tell the tale would be a shame.
So cousins, both pickled and non,
Ran ‘round in my head ‘til the dawn.
I woke with a grin;
Such a dream has no twin!
What a sleep! Now, what drugs was I on?
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Brynne Nelson
I'm a writer. I'm a wife and a mom. I'm a human.
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Comments (11)
This unique and imaginative work paints a whimsical picture of a dream world populated by British cucumbers who refer to each other as "blokes." The poem takes a surreal turn as the author imagines pickled cowboys riding crackers, showcasing the poet's playful creativity. The poem ends with a tongue-in-cheek musing about what could have inspired such a dream, making for a charming and entertaining read. The author's vivid use of language and imaginative storytelling make this poem a joy to experience.
Fantastic and hilarious. Was not sure what to expect at all but I thoroughly enjoyed this
Any poem that exploits the rhyming potential of the word "cucumberous" gets my vote!
Nice 😊
I don't like a whole lot of poetry, and I LOVED this. Thanks for the pickle chuckles.
Good one.
Cipollino's universe got expanded :-D
Hahah this is great. Gave me a good laugh - abstract, creative and fun to read 😂
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A wonderful poem and the illustration to boot!
Not sure where this was headed but it was a fun ride!
As a chic on Prozac, I respect the cucumbers. Some days, I feel like a few chopped tomatoes and servings of feta cheese away from an awesome Greek Salad. 😆