I thought I was right
The mango looked ripe
It was round and yellow
And it's skin was perfectly light
I tugged the mango
It didn't fall off
This mango was strong
And really rough
Sexy, succulent, juicy
The mango had Bahamian beauty
But as I took a bite
I realized it wasn't ripe or tight
It was actually saggy
and not my type
But that's alright I will fight
To find another mango that's just right
I searched the tree for quite a while
To find a mango clean as a brand new tile
But sadly I couldn't find one worth while
As I still search in the tree
Hoping for a mango that's right for me
It will be worth it once it's mine
I hope it's my kind
Yellow succulent skin
And juice that ooses out once I bite in
Sticky on my face it must be
Juice around my mouth and threads in my teeth
Mango skin yellow and ripe
But don't fall for it cause it's not tight
Loose like a goose what could I say
Everything saggs like old man Clay
I searched for a mango far and wide
Wishy washy just like the tide
A mango that works and gets paid
Not the type that doesn't bathe
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Escape
PoetryJohnny finds escape from his hectic life by writing poems in his diary, the only thing that stops him from becoming insane is poetry.
