Palm Tree (Poem)


Sweet flower, wheat flour.

Wit lover, bitter loavers.

O mirror, be my favor

Spit horror, I do my labor

For something rhyme, we need a thyme.

For something become, we need some time.

Bit bite grammar, as a crochet of grandma.

Bit byte sizes, as a cooking needs a sizzle.

Fry sizzle, warped pickle

By middle, wrap bucke

Poem Tree, Palm Try Poetry, Poe Tried.


Palm Tree

Lisen Hatson

2025/3/25