Prickly Pear

This prickly pear, I can hardly bare. It’s wet and it’s thick, and it’s stuck in my hair.

I give a wiggle, in a hope for a drop. When finally I hear that magnificent plop.

It’s lasting effect have scarred me for life. I hope I don’t relive this shite.

Pure Pooetry

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