Sumptuous and fragrant definitely not discreet,
A strawberry bathing lady with jam betwixt her feet.
Imagine your surprise to gaze upon this sight,
It wouldn’t make me hungry, but then again it might.
Oblivious to the world watching from a far,
Lords and ladies gasping at the sight from a car.
I spy a song bird, is he singing her a tune?
Or longing for strawberry, saying ‘I hope you get out soon’.
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I love your poetry! Im allergic to strawberries but reading this made me hunger for some 🙂
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