My Lovely Acorn Poems You Shall Read!

Okay, so most of em start with "acorn, acorn". Shut up.

Acorn, acorn in the sky
If I smoke you I won't get high
But it doesn't matter - you're so sweet
Acorns are a lovely treat





The Acorn Not Eaten:

Two acorns hung from a branch on an oak
And oh, how I was too full to eat both
And having but one stomach, long I stared
And looked for the browner one - but they were the same
I was so angry, and had my teeth bared!

(hey, this is hard...)





Acorn, dear friend - avenge my pain!
Smite down the fool who of my existance is bane
Oh, sweet nut, don't worry -
They needn't die
All I ask of you is
Fall in their eye!






Oh, poor acorn! Only squirrels eat you now
But to your majesty, down I will bow
Your glory was dried and ground into meal
To make an Ambrosia bread - ah, they feel!
To say nothing of the taste!
Ah, remember when we made you into a paste?
For this I will trade my soul - there is no better deal!






Oh, acorn acorn, you're not like the other corn
Not as fat, and you wear a hat
No other nut can ever top that!






Acorn, acorn in the tree
Your hat gets loose and falls on me
You taste oh-so-sweet
Better than any meat





Acorn, your smell is good to me
Better than any poutpourri
So round, shiney, and brown
When I look at you, I'll never frown!





Acorn, acorn, on the oak
Oh, you're a mighty good bloke!
Your home is so wrinkled and old
But on you, what will never grow, is mold!







The Late Acorn's Lament:

Acorn, how do you not bore
hanging on the branch, smelling bird doo
What's your life and death for?
Squirrel buries and forgets you
Oh, a premature grave, sweet acorn!








Nothing Brown Can Live:

The oak's first acorn is green
At first, ever so mean
Ah, but so pretty is your gown
and soon you'll turn brown
Acorns fall, and acorns die
Oh, it makes me want to cry!
Even my own life I'd be happy to give
But nothing brown can live






Branch and Dirt:

Some farmers say the acorns will die on the branch
Some think in the ground
But what I've climbed of trees
if I were an acorn, I'd stay up there with the bees
But if they have to wither again
I think I've been camping enough
to know that for an acorn's death,
burial down with a big
is also nice - so warm and snug





whaddya think?

 

I think I'm losing it.

 

i thoroughly enjoyed it... and i called my dad over and he thoroughly enjoyed it. good show edward.

 

Hahaha. You're kinda like the Fat kid on Recess. Lol, i forget his name...Frankie?

 

I believe you're thinking of Mikey, balko.

And those were hilarious. Nicely done.

 

hehe thanks yall! maybe, just maybe, one day i'll be Acorn Queen.

 

Petri Dish

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I think I'll spit in a petri dish
That's what I'm meant to do
Until then I don't know
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I think I'll dance an Irish jig
Whoop-dee-fuckin-doo
And when I break my tainted leg
I'll sit right next to you
I've got a zen garden
I bought it on TV
When I rake it it goes phloomp
and it suits me to a T
Yeah, oh suzanna
Break it down with me
To some hip hop beats
And two flat feet
And a patch of queen anne's lace

 

My dear, you truly are The Acorn Queen...

 

I'm thinking more like the Acorn Empress...

 

yes....! That's better! Acorn Empress... and I shall rule over all my worshippers... and that means you

 

Acorn!!!