owerless Over My Emotions,
the Product Of My Environment,
I climbed the walls and stole the apples.
That was my Point of Main Effort,
but crisp apples sweet
apples red apples
juicy apples tart
Golden apples from Hesperides.
They provided my Point of Market Entry
and the money rolled in.
Yet I was too self-confident,
I called myself the Apple King –
No one could move them like me.
Betrayed by my photograph on the cover of
the September edition of
Principles of Motion Economy.
caught by Scotland Yard,
now I mope;
a Prisoner of Her Majesty of England.
The Word of the Day on Loqwacious on 7th April was Pome (meaning “the characteristic fruit of the apple family”). It looked like an anagram of “poem” and turned out also to be an acronym with quite a variety of senses.
4 thoughts on “Pome Poem”
Now what I want to see is a poem about Pommy Pompom and Pompous Pamela
What about Bonny Bonbon and Bumptious Bone?
Why don’t you write it yourself, Bonny? Give me a link and I’ll come and look.
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Glad you like my articulations 🙂
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