Oh papaya

Papaya, don’t peach.
I made up my rind, I’m keeping my baby spinach.
Papaya, can you pear me? Papaya, can you peel me?
Papaya, peas forgive me, I still lychee you best.

papaya

For more Grocery Line poems by me and Fae, visit my post about them or hers.

categories fae, poetry | Hezabelle July 30, 2009

3 Comments

  • By Faebala, July 30, 2009 @ 11:27 pm

    I died.

  • By Lisa, August 1, 2009 @ 5:45 am

    HAHAHHA, love it!

  • By Eleni, August 2, 2009 @ 4:56 am

    Haha, hilarious! And mmm, I had fresh lychee tonight. I lychee it best :-)

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