Look at me, just sitting here,
What am I looking at, what do I care?
I was born a life, of bore indeed,
Just sitting, sitting, full of seed!
My pretty raisons, soaked in orange,
Enjoyed by people, greedy people.
So what is the POINT of me?
I don't know... do you?
A contest entry
- FRUITCAKE by Melodies.
600 points, ended December 8, 2007, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I just suddenly realised how sucky it must be to be a fruitcake. The mixing, the oven, the fire, the ppeople, the stomachs!
aahhh
i love your poem
xxx
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Hand over that fruitcake...
I LOVE fruitcake, actually, and wish someone would give me one as a gift. Thank you for your adorable poem. 
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Very cute poem, i bet fruitcakes do have a few issues Good luck in the contest
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I really don't think this will win anything, but who cares??
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