mango
freshly picked,
hanging from the trees,
some may fall,
right from their leaves
exposed and naked in the summer heat,
when suddenly arrive the sound of feet,
product of a plump chimpanzee,
ready to feast, underneath the tree,
as the sun begins to set,
and the mango gleams
sweet nectar, succulent too,
do any of us deserve this fruit?
well the chimp does, and he would brawl
as he gobbles it down, pit and all
freshly picked,
hanging from the trees,
some may fall,
right from their leaves
exposed and naked in the summer heat,
when suddenly arrive the sound of feet,
product of a plump chimpanzee,
ready to feast, underneath the tree,
as the sun begins to set,
and the mango gleams
sweet nectar, succulent too,
do any of us deserve this fruit?
well the chimp does, and he would brawl
as he gobbles it down, pit and all
Comments
I absolutely adore this poem. The imagery is incredible.
ps, love your pfp. My Bloody Valentine, right? I just discovered them a few days ago
Hi! Thanks so much for your feedback. And right on! You're so lucky to just be discovering them, I would give anything to be able to listen to their music for the first time again. Enjoy!
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