…strawberries.

A ‘perfect’ strawberry is so freaking rare.
IMPROV POEM YAY.

Most strawberries aren’t perfection,
most are lumpy,
some are sour,
a few too tasteless,
dry in your mouth,
some get all bruised in places,
too gross and squishy that way,
too fat,
too small,
sometimes
they have random green spots,
and I just leave it so it rots.
Where’s my stupid perfect strawberry?
One that’s all red,
an ideal strawberry shape,
it’s firm,
sweet,
and a little juicy,
tastes like it should
the kind you imagine when you’re hungry.
Whatever though,
I end up eating them anyway,
because most of them are like that.

…yeah. rant poem idk.

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4 comments on “…strawberries.

  1. slpmartin says:

    A cute poem….thanks for sharing it.

  2. AnonymousP: says:

    YOO. MAKE. MEE. HUNGRAAAY. DDDD8<

  3. Unkz says:

    You little, I should rant more.
    I wonder what poem will come out if I talk bout squid.

  4. Mint Tea says:

    VAGINAS.

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