Coconut

The day we saw you fall out of the tree,

You’re a hell-hated part of our nature,

Life with you feels like an annoying bee,

I don’t want you to be in my future.

You’re an artless half-faced piece of work,

Your ill-nurtured milk does not quench my thirst,

Your brown shell makes me want to see a clerk,

I always say scut that you’re the worst.

People look at your life and want to cry,

You’re a brown breath taking death-token,

I look at you and cry, I want to die,

Your hugger-mugger life has now spoken.

Would you ever want to like to leave my life?

This has made me want to go buy a knife.