Delicious Irony
I stumbled with hunger as my guide.
I fell and pummeled the ground like rain from the sky.
Getting up voices tried to plead with me.
But I had no time to give, only to succeed.
Ambitious was I to climb this mountain of life.
Fruits of heaven were said to be in the clouds.
My stomach turned at poverty, a ridiculous plight.
I yearned for the good, ripe, benefits of the mound.
Ha, how I would laugh when I get the gist of it.
Who knew my mouth could reach my toe?
I climbed to the peak just to take a sit,
And watch the world from down below.
Near the base a swarm of happy bees moved with silent grace.
They swirled like honey in tea and drew a picture of a face.
How funny would it be to drop rocks from this towering place.
But 'twas the irony, all I really wanted was a taste.
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