A funny [not haha] poem that kind of rhymes but with bad rhythm and repeating rhymes, which doesn't make a LOT of sense. But I felt like blogging and it popped out.
When I meandered on tip toe
Threw gardens I didn’t know
Picking raspberries right from the bush
Getting out of there in a rush
The neighbors decided they
Didn’t like me, sent me away
But I loved the berries far too much
So I came back to pick in a rush
The problems they all got solved
When my mother smartly resolved
To plant a bush for only me
Right beside our apple tree
I could eat berries all the day
Until about the 11th of may
When I will go to bars instead
Of picking raspberries behind the shed.
1 comment:
Ahahaha. Two things made me laugh outloud. Realizing you tried to rhyme bush and rush...and then I said bUsh out loud (like rush..how do I explain this in typing??). Then I laughed again when you turned an innocent childlike poem about raspberries into you becoming a bar star. Berecca.
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