I Love Rhyming Poetry

Sour Grapes
by: Rob Paquin

Poisoned fruits
From ill conceived labors
Spoiling in bunches
With a rattling of sabres

To dine upon dishes
Of unwanted savors
With regards gone for all
Save all the unsavory saviors

With daunted wishes
And duplicitous behaviors
The grapes have all soured
And the wine's lost it's flavors

©The Snowdog

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iagreed · 61-69, M

Sorry mate doesn't do it for me.

HikingMan · 51-55, M

Thanks. I appreciate that. Not all my stuff is relatable. Hardly any of it is very good.

Sometimes I write.
Sometimes people read.
Sometimes people like what I sometimes write.

In the end, I don't pay a whole lot of attention to any of it.

Thank you for reading it anyway. Maybe next time I will "do it" for you. Then again..., Maybe not.

Be well
Live happy
Die trying,
Rob

iagreed · 61-69, M

Well lets hope so.I will look forward to the next time. Thanks for sharing it anyway Rob.

HikingMan · 51-55, M

You're quite welcome, friend.

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