My sister was five.
She smiled so polite.
Then poisoned my water
one Wednesday night.
She squashed a mosquito,
plopped it on orange with flair,
said sweetly, “Eat up-
you need energy, I care.”
We called her Belladonna,
lovingly true-
now my little bro spikes her juice too.
Call him Oleander,
they’re matching, I fear,
wild kids, wild karma…
woe is me, I’m the sane one here.
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Author:
Amara Carys (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is based on my life, enjoy the insanity :)
- Category: Humor
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Comments1
Don't know your age but this one is incredibly clever and wonderfully cute. The use of Belladonna and Oleander are ingenious while all the while you maintain a great rhyme and wonderful meter. I loved this one that on the one hand sounds so innocent and child like but on the other is written with an adult mastery. Brilliant! A fave
Thank you! I've been trying to write more structured poems lately, glad this turned out well!
You are welcome Amara
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