Thursday, May 01, 2014
Our Mangoes
Mangoes galore
Mangoes mangoes hanging from the trees
Mangoes enticingly say come hither to me
Shall I jump over the garden or wall fence
Or shall I grab my plucking pole for my end
Touch-me-not flower is quaint and delicate
But its leaves clam and its thorns do prick
Hah, look over my shoulder always if I must
Or mata mata invites me to tea or coffee-C
Sigh, fruits grow nice and fruits waste shy
It’s a shame they grow pick we dare not try
Fruits are nature’s gift out of soil and air
Not to rot or flies and beetles to lay waste
Oh, passers-by do lift their eyes and wonder
About such lovelies hanging yet none plunder
That nature toils as always for men in vain
Are men stupid to grow and yet do not claim
Ron
# posted by chunmu @ 11:12 PM 
