I am feeling kind of blue tonight frens. I know you are all much more talented and smarter than me...

I am feeling kind of blue tonight frens. I know you are all much more talented and smarter than me. Would you mind writing me a nice poem about blueberries? I like blueberries :(

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The blueberry bursts
It is sweet
It bursted to be sweet
It bursted to be sweet for me
Gone to die its acidic death
And I burst too
But not for me, and not for you

Thank you fren. I love what you turned this into. You are really talented.

Thank you! Hope you feel better, user!

I will soon recite my little blueberry tampon boy poem

Blueberry bushes
Ripe fruits dangling down from them
A great refreshment

Thank you fren. I hope you have a peaceful night and day ahead of you!

Can't wait, sounds interesting.

There is no moon tonight, no light, no hope,
My phone lies desolate, a useless toy
Reminding me of all of my failures
And missed opportunities at life.
The sun rises, basking me in its light,
Love shining perennial my soul.
I can see into the garden, now bright --
And my hope grows like delightful blueberries.

Very comfy haiku. Thank you fren. Made me feel like when I was a kid eating berries in the garden.

Hits the nail on the head. Thank you fren, made me feel hopeful!

The oompah loompahs
Led her to the De-juicing
Room: Veruca Salt.

you have a blueberry garden?

this is legitimately quite nice.

Actually it's Violet Beauregard that becomes the giant blueberry, arguably five syllables but more likely six. Try again?

Violet Beauregard
Arguably five syllables
But more likely six
>'arguably' too is problematic. Wanted to write a poem about the anticarcinogenic properties of blueberries but balked despite their being in that regard the best bar none

Roses are red
Blueberries are blue
They hang from the tree
And so will you

The blueberry
It escaped from its carton
Yes
YES
The blueberry is out

Blueberry
Too scary
If hairy
Larry

Noice

The night’s annihilating azure bleeds into the moon
Assuming the form of a withering blueberry
Watches me imitate the sky

I was hoping for this

Blueberries, nature's innocent gifts
Blue as the turning globe,
Bluer than the sacred ultramarine of the Virgin's divine robes,
of this there can be no debate or rifts
Bluer than the eye of a Swedish child
With a flavor oh so mild
Bluest of the berries,
If you ask me if I like them I will say very

Roses are red
Berries are blue,
You are a faggot
So fu-u-uck you.