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:
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
Hey thanks Janete, I'll return the favour. I'm new to this blog stuff so I really appreciate the compliments.
Kate- I think your poetry is delightful.
- Jude
Nice poem.
In reality grapes are grown with tons of pesticides!
http://wheresyourbrain.blogspot.com/
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