Adrian, your persimmon question reminds me of a poem I had to write in second grade. Upon the prompt, "Write a poem about your least favorite food...."

Persimmons

Persimmons are gross.
The smush aganst [sic] your tongue like tomato walls
Only without the seeds.
Persimmons are sly.
My dad says they're sweet, "their [sic] 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 [sic] are bad either way.

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....")

posted by Eunice   [3:02 PM]

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