WEEKEND WRITERS' RETREAT
MANGO MADNESS!
Seduced by a fruit!
Walking in the steps of 'Tom Jones'
(No! Not that one!)
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I hardly knew him.
We met at a party;
We drank mango liqueur.
It was fiery and sweet
And it set the tone of my downfall!
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We danced.
We drank more!
'How about we go in search of the real fruit'
He said.
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Hand in hand
We wound our way
Through the dark, still, London streets.
Discussing mangoes.
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How juicy they were,
How exotic,
How foreign,
How exciting,
How elemental,
How made for people like us.
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By the time we found the fruit stall
Hidden away near the Underground station
Mangoes seemed like the food of the gods.
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'Let's find somewhere to share this'
He said.
So we did.
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And now he has gone
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And a slice of mango is all that is left.
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I was led astray by a fruit.........
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4 comments:
This poem really helped me this morning brenda, thank goodness for good sound friends like yourself. Could I use it please?
You know, seduced by a fruit could be read two ways.
Excellent WWR entry!
I think I read this poem in that other way Alice hinted at.
I loved the images. Well done (and great ACROSTIC, too).
I got a few giggles today from this, double meanings abound.
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