poem for the sticky tangerine

My hands used to be clean,

but then this tangerine

became a juiceball machine

and destroyer of all hygiene.

Once so tasty and juicy,

now just messy and goosey.

It’s all over the freakin place

on my nose ears and face!

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laura k.
laura k.
17 years ago

ah…stick to the designin’, spud. your poems won’t pay the rent. i don’t think that actual poets can even pay the rent by poeming.

laura k.
laura k.
17 years ago

that sounds like one messy tangerine. it’s on your ears? geez, can’t take you anywhere anymore. it sounds like a tangerine nuclear reaction over there. i had some raisins for a snack today. no real excitement potential there.

Tom Saaristo
17 years ago

I like the use of the word goosey here. Other than that, I’ll keep my comments clean and rated “G”

Tom Saaristo
17 years ago

…Once so tasty and juicy, now just messy and goosey. It’s all over the freakin place on my nose ears and face!

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