Kumquat
What? Kumquat?
Why me, you ask?
I ain't no tangelo,
got no class.
My line goes way back,
I'm one of a kind—original,
of the genus--citrus fruit.
Time to give my horn a toot.
Not a fart. Not a goose.
A real live citrus boost.
Wake up in the morning,
craving sour kumquat juice.
Made some of the oldest wine,
why should I beg, whine?
Cuz I get no respect,
At the checkout line.
Ain't got no GMOs,
in my blood. Come to think of it,
no blood, since the great flood.
So you are looking,
for a sour tasty exotic treat,
come, come a kumquating,
down my street.
Hey, think I just invented,
a new dance craze.
Just taste my meat,
and give me praise.
Please?
Copyright 2017 © Ronald W. Hull
2/23/17
Read this poem on my website here.
it's serving its purpose, they say it's good in candy.
And who knows if the world would be the same without?
Thanks for sharing, Ron!
Come on, Baby; let's do the kumquat...
Yeah. That could be a new dance, Ron. Lol!
Cleverly concocted as usual.
Thank you for the smiles.
Love and peace,
Regis
Charlie
I think I'll have a slice of bread with some Kumquat jam on it now, matter of fact, as I reread your brief tome to the delightful Kumquat.
since I've had a kumquat.
But after reading your delicious poem,
I think that a kumquat would hit the spot.
Forget-Me-Nots ...
Stop on by ... and pick up some ..
Golden Kumquats !
😎👍🏻✌️😎
love the taste of lime, so why not kumquat?
Love ya!
Jane