Confused

My glass is made of plastic,
My chilli's rather hot,
So why do people name things
After things they're clearly not?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Makama Avatar
March 23, 2013 at 9:37 AM
beautiful poem, well written. In such a windy and snowy day, reading this piece just completes my relaxation. What a poem!
Heemstra Avatar
March 23, 2013 at 8:54 AM
Just like jumbo shrimp, so true nice poem to start the weekend off with.
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