Promptly Poetry

Fruitses

Fruitses

Fruitses are bruteses
they slop on our faces,
messy and loosish,
they scrunches to juices.

Lemons be sour
they makes us to pucker,
smell like air fresh’ner,
and lead us to pluck ‘er.

Apples be ‘arder
they crunch all the louder,
cinnamon be partner,
made Newton the founder

of gravity.

Pears is not doubles,
they tend to the sing’lar
and give you no trouble,
down your cheeks they be dribbler.

Blueb’rries ain’t blue
they’s purple you see
and that’s what they’ll do,
stain lips purple to be.

But clementines
is hard to rhyme,
and difficult to say in time,
especially since they just little oranges.

And there ain’t no rhyme for oranges.


Line count: 26
Sorta rhymin’ verse
For Promptly Poetry, Week 50
Prompt: lemons, apples, pears, blueberries, or (and) clementines.