Ode to the Aubergine

O hail dear fellows the aubergine

Of all the veggies king supreme

Of ratatouille the exotic must

The aubergine without the crust,

With luscious sauces and in dips

It’s bent a few stiff upper lips.

When plump and perk and fully ripe

The aubergine will give no gripe

But pleasure palate, tongue and throat

With blessings worthy of a float

Parading proud in streets we carry

With jubilations bright and merry,

And at the end of lonesome days

The aubergine your stress allays,

For when a sturdy ‘gine you pluck

You’ll be assured of a good meal.

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Adriano Bulla, a servant of Calliope, was born in Italy and lives in London. He has been publishing books since 2005, when his first collection of poetry, Ybo' and Other Lies hit the shelves; he has since published a surreal and unusual novel, The Road to London, which mixes poetry and prose, a collection of short stories, Tales for the Free Mind and Open Heart and a second book of poetry, Queer Poems, he has also published a study on Dante and Coleridge and a grammar book. His constant search for new and innovative forms in Literature, intense and unusual imagery has been accompanied by a growing awareness of social and psychological issues.

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