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The June Prune!

The June prune
is coming soon:
the plumpest plums
when bright sun comes
from sucking kisses
will shrivel to blisses
which is the norm
as they transform
from merely sweet
to cloying treat
from young to old
slight to bold
and hard to soft
in bowels oft.

In May all the songs that I croon
Are dirges to plums that by June
... Will shrivel and dry
... As the sun in the sky
Reduces them each to a prune.

In May all the songs of the season
Are dirges to grapes that by reason
... Will shrivel and dry
... As the sun in the sky
Reduces them each to a raisin.

Let's new-verbulate: old poem threads are "raisined".

Roger, the soul of wit!

Allen, nice take on the prune's first cousin. And I like the paradox of your final line.

Prune Proverbs

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Plum wine’s gain is a prune’s loss.

Black plums at night, a gourmand’s delight.

When the prune’s away the raisins play.

It takes a village for raisin a prune.

A prune a day keeps gut aches at bay.

A plumb saved is gut-pruning lost.

A plumb and its smoothness are soon parted.

A prune resists retention.

A puckered prune's your tummy’s boon.

Pruned pounds are soon rebounds.

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You can prune my mouth but not my mind.

Pruning is fine tuning.

Prune modifiers and nouns will take care of themselves.

A pruning is excessive vetting.

Pruning ourselves is ruining ourselves.

Pruning ourselves is finding ourselves.

Pruning ourselves makes us stronger.

Pruning ourselves . . . .


Caveat: For every proverb there’s an opposite and equally inane proverb.

Theresa May had hoped to pull a plum
From her bum,
But by June,
It was only a shrivelled prune.

Brian, a well-pulled plum! I’m inspired.

Little Don Liar

Little Don Liar
Sat in the corner,
Chomping his POTUS pie;
Small thumb up his bum,
He pulled out a plum,
Crying, “What a psychotic twat am I!”