Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Grapes


Isn’t it lucky how grapes
Are filled with tasty sweet juice.
Which otherwise could be filled
With any sort of horrid liquid profuse.
I like to pierce them with my back
Teeth and then chew.
And I think how glad I am
That they’re not filled with poo.

(I was on the motorway. Grapes were my only inspiration)

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi Kate,

I am just writing to congratulate you on your site and your poetry. Keep up the great work!

Great to meet a fellow writer.

I will add your site on my links

3:30 am  
Blogger Kate said...

Hey thanks Janete, I'll return the favour. I'm new to this blog stuff so I really appreciate the compliments.

1:32 pm  
Blogger Jude Nagurney Camwell said...

Kate- I think your poetry is delightful.

- Jude

8:02 pm  
Blogger JustaDog said...

Nice poem.

In reality grapes are grown with tons of pesticides!


http://wheresyourbrain.blogspot.com/

6:41 pm  

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