My wife
Strong and beautiful
Every weekend, to the store she would trek
And every weekend bringing back tasteless dreck.
These items she would bring to my door, I could barely handle it anymore
She brought forth an apple of sorts, it was light orange, long and droopy
It had green spikes at the top that made my mouth feel quite poopy.
Why do they hurt to eat? The skin and pines make my mouth bleed
I must be allergic.
My wife calls it a pine-something
What a fucking idiot.
-Kren
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Kren (
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