Conversations in a fruity wayA Poem by Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)
The fruit bowl
Said to the grape You don’t belong here man Grape was crushed Thereafter The master Drank him eager slurps Rather ferocious looks ……. From apples and oranges Juice me No me ! they Pleaded In perfect fruit Harmony He preferred wine Like the song 🎵 Red red wine played On an old corner stereo Fruit fell asleep Knowing next morning Their turn may come Master may need his vitamins Sooner rather than later Grape sat in the bottle Happy Fruit waited for their Demise And mAid write out a new shopping list For market Master ordered We need prunes © 2023 Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Reviews
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4 Reviews Added on January 12, 2023 Last Updated on January 12, 2023 AuthorJulie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Sydney , AustraliaAboutAmateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend and a few during week I write quickly it just flows and bu.. more.. |

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