"if i was a meter maid" and "armenian cucumbers" in B flat

this picture is of an armenian cucumber i picked today.  the only problem with these things is how to fit them in the fridge

and here is i poem i wrote this morning after a conversation i had with my friend jen about meter maids (she knows a male meter maid...which makes me laugh out loud.)  in case you're wondering about the spare time i have on my hands, here's an idea of it (sheesh...)

if i was a meter maid

and too long in your spot you stayed

out would come my ticket pad

to help remind not to be bad

and as you came a screaming out

from the place you were about

i would smile a funny grin

and dance around your long-stayed sin

and wear a clown wig as my hair

and a red round nose, but not a pair

of huge red rubber clowning shoes

that would slow me down as i ran from you

and i would drive a little car

that i peddled near and far

with flashing lights and stripe-ed doors

to make me look of vast import

and maybe you would get to laughing

at my humorous attractings

and tire as you chased my car

and paid your ticket after all.