sat under a tree laden with ripe mangoes wished they'd fall around me Three four five, got up quick Parrots were having a feast my face covered with their shit Six seven eight, ran for cover chased by the orchard owner Nine ten, I'm back home again Binging on free mangoes was not in my fate! It's #poemtime. Write a poem that begins with #onetwothree #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
