BY THIS AUTHOR
Biding
I leave the line open in the vain hope of some communication from the object of my affection...

The Suicidal Penguin
Oh! The Penguin is an unhappy bird If you look at him he is quite absurd He has two wings but he cannot fly, This is why the penguin wants to die...

Tomato

Shining, succulent, fruit of the sun
A passionate tang that bursts on the tongue,
Radiant, ripened, ruby red skin
A natural jewel that hides treasure within.

Pierce supple flesh and the juice flows like wine,
Blushing fresh, cheekily plucked from the vine
When summer is over and long days turn to night,
Taste the hazy nostalgia in every bite.

By James Anson

Copyright November 2005

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