Oh pistachio, trapped in your shell.
I look for an opening, but where I can't tell.
The rest in the bowl can all go to hell.
I can only imagine your taste from your smell.
So I squeeze you so tightly, but not very well.
And you fall to the floor which dings like a bell.
I apply pressure grinding my teeth,
excited to see what could lie beneath.
It's getting to the point where I've tried and I've tried.
I guess, I need to go see where the nutcracker resides.
I push ever so gently, to not damage your meat.
But try as I might, I suffer defeat.
So I go to the garage, to look for some tools.
Oh why does love, make us such fools.
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Author:
Daves Bloke Poems (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A poem about falling in love, with an emotionally reserved person who you adore so much, you're willing to go to extraordinary lengths just to know more about them. Whether you've felt like this in romance or you actually love Pistachios this much, I hope you like this poem.
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Fun write,I might love pistachios that much,take care
intriguing...
personally, I'm usually
too busy, trying to open
my pistachios, without
getting my fingers pinched
for me to contemplate
their potential, as metaphor..
lol
thanks for sharing, a fun idea
really well written
Good writing ! 🙂
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