Poem about FruitHow do we call that juicy stuff that tastes so good?With all those different colors, shapes and skinsWhich are also full of vitamins?It can't be anything else than Fruit!Look at this green thing I got hereI don't know why, but they call it a pearAnd these little things that jingle so merry?Always together, always sweetThey definately don't taste like meatIn singular they call it a cherryAll this rhyming makes me crazyI'm going to resignWriting poems is not a talent of mineAnd I'm also very lazyLe fin de ce poème mal
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Maybe tomorrow or wednesday..!