Persimmons

Persimmons are gross.
The smush aganst your tongue like tomato walls
Only without the seeds.
Persimmons are sly.
My dad says they're sweet, "their Chinese apples,"
But their sweetness means loss of texture.
If you get one that's sweet, it's mushy.
If you get one that's firm, it's tasteless.
Perisimmons are bad either way.


...a poem I had to write in second grade [u]pon the prompt, "Write a poem about your least favorite food...." ... I really hated persimmons, and I still refuse to eat them. But, I am presenting a very biased opinion, so don't go by my account alone. I just realized that this is my first poem--if you can call it one--that I have willingly presented to anyone other than a teacher. Although this doesn't create much of a first impression of my poetic skills, perhaps I will get another chance to stun you all with my brilliant grammar and turn of phrase (adapting Alex Y's wonderfully sarcastic tone from his rendition of: "Gora-anga....")

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