This is a fun little poem.
apples and oranges
as different as
we're both
fruity
I try to understand
his orangeness
then I just give up
it's no use
I wish I could say
all he sees is the red
but he's cut into
my white flesh
even if he hasn't tasted
me yet
forgive me if I try
to peel off
the outer layer
getting squirted
as I accidentally
knick
some juicy part
we are as different
as
apples and oranges.
© 2007 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2007-01-31 at 22:02
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fruit basket
apples and oranges
as different as
we're both
fruity
I try to understand
his orangeness
then I just give up
it's no use
I wish I could say
all he sees is the red
but he's cut into
my white flesh
even if he hasn't tasted
me yet
forgive me if I try
to peel off
the outer layer
getting squirted
as I accidentally
knick
some juicy part
we are as different
as
apples and oranges.
© 2007 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 747 times
Written on 2007-01-31 at 22:02
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