How futile is the harsh rebuke
That undertakes to nuke a cuke!
Those happy little thick-skinned spears
Are experts at resisting jeers
Of greedy, grasping, selfish men,
who sit like lions in a den
Looking for some meat to chew.
For them a vegetable won't do!
Those bottom feeders like fresh meat,
But cucumbers are way too sweet
For their voracious appetites.
Those carnivores desire a fight!
They do not care for watery flesh
With seeds lighthearted, whole, and fresh.
Those cranky crabs cannot digest
The peace that in a cuke does rest.
Thick-skinned cukes that will not spoil
Grow in resurrection soil.
From greedy hands they quickly slip,
Escaping from the tightest grip.
A cucumber won't say a thing
When you 'gainst him false charges bring,
But his chill looks won't let you win
When you rehash another man's sin.
A cucumber will turn its cheek
When you against it evil speak.
It slips your grasp each time you pout
Or try to riddle it with doubt.
A cucumber won't stop to chat
When it's a-rolling. Think of that!
It keeps its mouth sealed tightly shut
When wicked folks slick gossip strut.
Now some may try to call you rude,
Come and take away your food,
Whip you with their rotten mood,
Or tell you that you're one bad dude
When you like a cuke do act.
If this occurs, get out your tact,
Resist the penchant to attack,
And take care not to strike them back.
Take from me a little cue
And let their insults bounce off you.
Keep your joy, hold fast your grin.
Eventually you're sure to win.
Scripture references: II Kings 4:29 & 18:36; Psalm 39:1; Proverbs 25:23; Isaiah 53:7; Daniel 6:22; Matthew 5:34-39 & 27:12-14; Mark 15:3-5; Luke 4:28-30 & 23:9; and John 8:6
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