Here it is. The widely anticipated poem:
Lemon falls from tree, rolling to the crowd, determined
Bitter and depressed, getting older by the day
"EAT ME!" it screams; no one hears the lonely yellow fruit
The ugly, cratered like moon, coarse as sandpaper fruit
Mood as sour as its taste, thudding to a stop at strangers leg
"Pick me! Not the apple, not the orange. Me, the lemon!"
The old, withered, lumpy lemon, kicked aside with disgust
Bus squishes the bitter lemon
BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA XD
I'll put up another poem. It's actually the lyrics of a song, but we had to analyse it in class. I reckon it's really good, though in a creepy kind of way. If I remember, I'll put up the origins of the poem.
 PANDORK · Fri Aug 29, 2008 @ 11:27am · 0 Comments |
