Marrow

It's that time again.
Someone gave me a marrow.
It sat on the kitchen table
Glaring at me
Accusingly
As each day passed
And I - passing it by
Trying to ignore its eye.
I paused to wonder
As I do every year
What delights to create
From such a wondrous vegetable
Or is it a fruit?
I flicked through my cook books
As I do every year
Hoping in vain for inspiration
None came.
I remember trying to stuff one
Once a few years ago -
After three hours baking
It remained
Mainly raw.
I won't go there again.
In the back of my mind I know
I know I'll attack it with a knife
Add coconut and curry powder
A carrot or two - onion
And disguise it as a
Heart-warming soup.