Fruit Limericks

Mary Holden
Nov 2 · 1 min read
Image by bluebudgie from Pixabay

There once was an apple so orange
and it sat in the bowl all forlornge.
“It’s better than being
a green tangerineing,
but I hope to turn red by the mornge.”

A banana, when readied to peel,
will cooperate with lots of zeal
but only if
its eater will sniff
its true fragrance with manner genteel.

This grape, it wants you to know
it was fond of its vineyard and row.
So when it turns liquid
and you take a sipid
you’ll imbibe its life in the flow.

A bruised pear was made to lie
in the bowl where one had to spy.
Not considered a queen
her fruit envy was green
and after tort, she’ll die in a pie.

Papaya had partied all night
with some sweets known as Turkish delight.
He came home to the bowl
deep in damage control
and laid low, feeling contrite.

Her glass of fruit punch nearly gone
the writer came in off the lawn.
She felt like a slacker
while nibbling a cracker
as she finished these poems with a yawn.

No Crime in Rhymin’

poetry that dares to be funny, edgy, irreverent

Mary Holden

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A constantly evaporating editor and writer. Co-founder, new72media.com, and ‘fester of mani.

No Crime in Rhymin’

poetry that dares to be funny, edgy, irreverent

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