With Kathy Lockart
Eye watching it with love and care
It was growth and development it returned
Believing that one day a fruit shall it bear
This fruit not being the red apple
Was as long as Isabella's arm
It has a happy light green colour, which is a castle's pinnacle
So attractive it looked that it meant no harm
But it was a dangerous tree, the most dangerous by far
Roots unyielding throughout the ages of storms that rage
But it held its self with wicked greed sending its poison out
Through bark, soil, leaves, fruit and seed
Never had we seen this type of fruit
But it likes is what we see and eat
It likes are inferior to its beauty, but we feel it shouldn't touch a tooth
So attractive it looked that it made us sit
When we stood we saw nothing
Only a poisonous fleshy sealed pouch
Knowing this, most didn't believe it was a pin
So attractive it was that they ate and cried "ouch!"
Oh the beauty, the enticement! The flowers of damnation
Called like sirens to all who hunger without common sense
Partake of this maniacal fruit of seduction and in regret
You shall meet a certain death of agony and lust.
Poetry by kid
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Written on 2006-09-01 at 11:26
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The Forbidden Fruit
Weeks upon weeks the plant was wateredEye watching it with love and care
It was growth and development it returned
Believing that one day a fruit shall it bear
This fruit not being the red apple
Was as long as Isabella's arm
It has a happy light green colour, which is a castle's pinnacle
So attractive it looked that it meant no harm
But it was a dangerous tree, the most dangerous by far
Roots unyielding throughout the ages of storms that rage
But it held its self with wicked greed sending its poison out
Through bark, soil, leaves, fruit and seed
Never had we seen this type of fruit
But it likes is what we see and eat
It likes are inferior to its beauty, but we feel it shouldn't touch a tooth
So attractive it looked that it made us sit
When we stood we saw nothing
Only a poisonous fleshy sealed pouch
Knowing this, most didn't believe it was a pin
So attractive it was that they ate and cried "ouch!"
Oh the beauty, the enticement! The flowers of damnation
Called like sirens to all who hunger without common sense
Partake of this maniacal fruit of seduction and in regret
You shall meet a certain death of agony and lust.
Poetry by kid
Read 884 times
Written on 2006-09-01 at 11:26
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