lemons are quite
tart, and if I could
request another fruit
I would
but ants like blackberries
and worms sometimes
infest cherries
bananas go brown
too fast
and the green ones
make my teeth
feel quite rubbery
how come
you climb trees
so easily and get drunk
on the best batch
feasting closest to the sun?
balance, the wind whispers
gravity, the branch
snaps
so lemons it is
and you will be
my sugar
plum.
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oh the meter! it rolls around the tongue so softly, so naturally. delicious.
stop it, i say.
you makin' me crazy with giggles.
the meter is tart and you are so clever
coming from a couple of clever tarts like yourselves, that means a lot.
never really got poems, but I like this one...am I your sugar plum...
More poems please - and be nice to Daisy - she stands in the wrong lines too long. But, she does have company.
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