a funny game i wanted to play with me
writing poem within mouth holding
a seed of blackberry.
the fruit was fleshy sweet
till tongue exposed its bone
staled, made it insipid,
as if, was never grown.
spit it out i could not do
that seed utterly dry
for i had given word to you
a poem to write must try.
as i thought up cutish rhyme
that must pleasure fetch
****** grew the seed with time
my mouth was messy wretch.
my tongue was thick of blue
too intense was my plight
but i had given word to you
must hold till end of write.
it's over now this awkward game
what a relief to throw it out
and never again shall i write a poem
with a blackberry seed in mouth.
Warning: never try :)