My Surreal Infatuation with your Clementines
Contributed by
ripshark
on
Sunday, 25th February 2007 @ 01:26:46 PM in AEST
Topic:
HumorPoetry
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I was walking past your store just the other day
Taking hardly any note of the words you felt you had to say,
'Clementines, sweet clementines! The price is cheap, the time is right!'
Summer it was, coins jingled in my pocket; I thought I just might -
You smiled at me whilst hands picked the rotten few
I smiled right back, looking not, walked off with just 'thank you'
When home I reached, door pushed open
Set clementines down, with knife sliced open
This bitter-sweet juice from lips did spill
Crushed nuggets of golden delight, my stomach fill
These, here, then, now – my surreal infatuation
With your sweet sweet clementines; a strange perambulation
Of thought; of dia–rhetoric dialogue
Of crass, un-wanton thoughts
For, every day, every minute of the night
I lay awake, shiver not from cold, but drunk in weird delight
As, do I ever, do I all, cram one another
Sweet Clementine, sweet Clementine; through nightmare crawl;
I find myself in the very dead on night
Lost before your stall, crying out, quivering in fright
This has gone too far, gone on too long
Sweet Clementine, sweet Clementine, only for thee do I long
Note you this, with dread and horror,
When I found out, no simple bother
That you did fill these sweet, loved things
With a crazed elixir, crack, enough to make one sing
All the way, song sung, to county jail
Now your clementines are sold just to make your bail.
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ripshark
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2007-02-25 13:26:46] (Date/Time posted on
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