Disappointing Flavor Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Disappointing Flavor



Peaches looking luscious
are shipped in to the city
Blushing red and solid as rock
Tart as a lemon... what a pity

Picked before perfection
yet appealing to the eye
Unsatisfying to expectations…
Can't even entice one fruit fly

Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: city,expectations,red
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Theresa Ann Moore

Theresa Ann Moore

Michigan, U.S.A.
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