A vegetarian nightmare

Write a poem based on an image from a dream. We don’t always remember our dreams, but images or ideas from them often stick with us for a very long time.

The aubergine rolled up as fast as it could

plonking itself on the topmost shelf

the green chilly glowered at me

threatening to bite my fingertips

my eyes had turned saucers by now

the potato just stood its ground

and admonished me for eating too many carbs

I think I then heard my jaw drop!

right then the onion barged in

querulously asking me why I sliced it so thin!

I gingerly stepped back,
with a scream rising up my throat

when the ginger accosted me

and warned me against using it in writing

I turned with my heart in my mouth

and just as I was about to flee,

a bunch of french beans swung by on a vine

tying me tightly to the refrigerator

I opened my mouth to let out a wail

when a tomato affixed itself on my face

they all threatened me in unison, “Better stop cooking us

or else tonight we will cook you up, champion!”

as I thrashed my legs trying to free myself, while shivering all over

someone shook my shoulders not so gently over and again

I cracked open one eye and met my husband’s exasperated gaze

I got up with a start to find myself on my bed

scarcity of vegetables in lockdown is sure giving me nightmares

I refuse to cook any longer

I fear being threatened by my utensils next!

( I literally dreamt of vegetables a couple of days ago! πŸ™„)

84 thoughts on “A vegetarian nightmare

  1. Ahahahaha!!! I loved this so much. Aside from the lockdown line, which makes it extra funny in these times, the whole poem is a nightmarishly-hilarious metaphor for what it’s like to be a writer, at times, too. ;)) Just so good. Thanks for the smiles, Punam.

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    1. Lol Mission accomplished!! I wanted smiles around, Nadine! Yes, the writing part can be nightmarish too. I am so glad you enjoyed this. Thank you so much, my dear. πŸ™πŸΌβ€οΈπŸ˜˜

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  2. As I have a strong alliance with the Brussels Sprouts, I fear no uprising, as long as those intransigent Asparagus don’t raise their pointy little heads. Well writ!

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  3. oh my hat what an amazing imagination … that is craving for you when they start talking to you πŸ™‚

    This challenge is really highlighting your outstanding talent sis ❀

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  4. Oh my goodness–I shouldn’t laugh, as it sounds quite frightening! You’ve written it so cleverly, I was engaged from first line to last…as usual!! πŸ™‚ I’m also giggling quietly as I imagine your husband’s face!!

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      1. I didn’t realize until later in life that I’m a very visual person–so it’s always interesting to read anything, and “see” what pops into my mind! Blessings to you and your family as we start another week in this time of “what’s next?” ❀

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  5. Oh my goodness!!! How much do I love this, I hope it is not followed by a utensils sequel – much more lethal.
    The ginger πŸ˜‚

    β€œwhen the ginger accosted me
    and warned me against using it in writing”

    I hope you realise what you’ve done.

    Priceless Punam, absolutely priceless!
    ❀️❀️

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    1. Yeah, the ginger!! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ I am so happy you enjoyed the madness.
      No, I hope the utensils have no reason to mutiny! πŸ™„
      Thank you so much, my dear. The reactions to this verse have been priceless. ❀️❀️

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      1. Yes, Rachel, I am fine. I am used to being on my own. I was telling Tracy the other day, when I used to sail with my husband, sometimes the voyages would be 45 days long! With interaction with just 4-5 people, I enjoyed my stays. There was no social media then.
        But yes, I did dream about vegetables, and no, they were not so belligerent. πŸ˜„
        Thanks sweetheart for your concern. ❀️❀️
        I hope you are fine.

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      2. Ok, sailing with your husband for 45 days? I am tucking this information into my treasure trove of info about my dear friend.

        Like you, I don’t mind the isolation… but, it does get quite full on with the kids and trying to work and educate etc all at the same time! I’m trying to look at it as an opportunity and mostly i do see it this way, apart from the children’s fighting!! Then all of a sudden I am stir crazy πŸ˜œπŸ˜‚. Lots of love to you ❀️❀️

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      3. Oh, I am glad to share with you! Not just 45 days, I have sailed many a times but sometimes from one port to the other would take 45 days. πŸ˜„
        Yes, educating kids and keeping them from fighting does leave me bit frayed too! How old are yours? Mine are in their teens and yet behave like toddlers! πŸ™„
        You also have work to do! Much love to you too, my dear. ❀️❀️

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      4. Wow, I did not know you sailed like that… I am now so intrigued!
        My two are seven and nine…. they behave like toddlers when they fight too and I can’t imagine what they’ll be like as teens!
        I can do most of my work in late afternoon and evening (currently from home) so it’s not too bad. Just makes for long days! ❀️❀️

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      5. Oh! At that age they fight a lot! From my own experience I can tell you they will continue to fight in teenage but you won’t be required to play referee so often! πŸ˜‚ ❀️❀️

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  6. I was laughing all throughout the poem…and even shared to my daughters and told them it will happen to them too if they dont eat vegetables..
    Lol..😊😊😊

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