Apricots, however hard they try,
Will always be unpeeled.
Do apricots make you shiver?
do they?
A parsley, however hard it tries,
Will always be fried.
Does the parsley make you shiver?
does it?
fat artichokes sings like a roast egg
Are you upset by how fleshy they are?
Does it tear you apart to see the artichokes so corpulent?
When I think of bananas, I see fermented fruits.
Are you upset by how addled they are?
Does it tear you apart to see the bananas so woolly?
How happy is the overcooked asparagus!
Does the asparagus make you shiver?
does it?
Berries, however hard they try,
Will always be crisped.
Never forget the tendered and wrinkled berries.
About the Creator
Aava Sharma
I am a student currently studying at grade 12.
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