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Love Poem #8
Pineapple
by Belle
i am a pineapple
I hit my owner in the head
I made him very dense
hence,
he now has a listening problem
i should have been returned to the store
but alas no more
as my owner became nuts
and a clutz
he drove his wife insane
we won't say her name
out loud
because she was a very proud
lady.
so we will just call her "Sadie, Sadie, the candy lady" as she was very sweet
and like treats, but not pineapple.
she never asked for help
even when she did yelp-
but the tragedy all started with
a fricking pineapple.
Notes From The Author:
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