Fruit of the Pen
My underwear is Fruit of the Loom
You're welcome for that mental sight
Anyway, I thought that seemed poetic
To me then, fruit of the pen seems right
What fruit juice then, spurts from my pen
You might just hesitate to think
Juice that could be sweet or downbeat
That flies but then falls in the sink
But whether my dribble is a scribble
Or a comparative master piece
Most of the time I find a rhyme
And wonder if wonders never cease!
Copyright © Pat Adams | Year Posted 2017
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