Green and yellow,
Bright and mellow,
Obviously not hollow,
My good fellow
Melon lemonade
Lemon melonade
Something doesn't seem right
Something doesn't feel right
They stick together like glue
Their days are never blue
They love each other, it is true
How did it happen, I have no clue
Rusty swords, blunt knives
They'll never cut them alive
Their affection give me chives
Filled with affection, their life
Broccoli and bean, what a match!
There's no way it's a mismatch!
Brassica oleracea var. italica,
Phaseolus vulgaris, not paprika!
Oh, head so dizzy! Mind in haze!
Gossip spreads like a new dance craze!
They're like couples under mistletoe!
Can you really blame them, tho?
When you meet your prince charming,
Or get to know a princess so dazzling,
Just like an alchemist to their almanac,
Surely you won't be able to hold back.
So come along! Sing with me!
We're cheering for them, with glee!
Chant with me, sing this like a love ballad!
Because this is the lyric of Fruit Salad!
YOU ARE READING
Hearts of Roses
Thơ caA series of poems about romance life and its ups and downs. Mostly downs, but that's what reality is. Too many ups will give you painful downs. More downs and less ups makes balance. Or maybe I'm just seeing it wrong. Oh, and a wee bit of creepines...
