Guessing Game, by A Lonely Song Subscribe to rss feed for A Lonely Song
Posted: 2006-05-14 16:06:00 UTC
OKAY, SO FOR SCHOOL WE HAD TO WRITE A POEM ABOUT OUR FAVORITE FOOD. IT'S REALLY STUPID, I KNOW, BUT IT WAS ASSIGNED, SO I HAD TO COMPLETE IT. I'M LETTING YOU GUYS GUESS WHAT THE FOOD IS. I'LL GIVE YOU A HINT THAT WELL IT TURNS OUT ONLY CORRINE WILL UNDERSTAND: WE TALKED ABOUT THIS FOOD FOR A HALF HOUR.

Juice making its way into my mouth
Seeds that are barely noticeable
The smaller the tarter
The larger the sweeter
Green heads prefer not to be eaten
Perfectly turgid orbs
Gone too soon
Not eaten fast enough
Red becomes my new favorite color


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2006-05-18 20:39:43Awakening Me
Hehehe Yes, Courney and I did have a lengthy conversation about this food. Come on people, this is an EASY one!

2006-08-29 19:43:30Faith
Is the food grapes?

2006-09-05 01:07:26A Lonely Song
nope but you're in the right food category

2006-09-20 20:06:59A Lonely Song
orbs might not be the best word, but my teacher wouldn't let me use another. the fruit is more . . . heart shaped.