Sphere through it
A sand-like bomb
Hit the detonator
And come the bursting fun!
I will bathe myself
On a fructose tub
Gulping bubbles after a rundown scrub:
Sorry mommy if I burp too much.
If never been crushed enough ,
Torn pieces I’ll hung
Under lateral incisors
Crushing every juices that’ll spill
And place inside the stomach jar.
And then, I will sell it
And make golds and riches!
Chuckles, giggles
Oh, how sweet life tis!
Settle down, settle down. collect the pitchers
Of tasting, sweetly thickened, juicified berries
Only to find out myself:
My belly kinda hurts.
Photo courtesy of news.yahoo.com (Alan Sailer/Caters News Agency)
16th of May, 2012
©2012, J.B.T.
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yummy as strawberry
imagine if this bursting berry splashes on your face!!!! soo good
refreshing! in this summer it will be! more fun!
This sounds wayyyyy better than buying it in a jar!!!
bet it is!
Sweet indulgence almost always has a price
tooth ache??
taste buds….:)
lovin’ the decadence
What red rich a poem one can almost savor! Hope you’re well dear, I’ve been worried about you and praying for you (hope you don’t ming). LOVE you & big squeeeze sis! Deb
thank you Deb! yeah,been going through a struggle right now,don’t worry, I’m hanging on.. your prayers are on timing dear!!thank you!love lots
sounds yummy. hope your problems are gone!
they were just getting started, lol!
at workplace or home? i hope they will be gone ASAP.
personal issues, my poetry was in jeopardy tsk! thanks for that Sharmishtha
personal issues and work issues both can kill the creativity.
hope they vanish like ether in thin air!
hope it does
my prayers will be with you!