A pineapple, is pine
Plus apple.
But it doesn't yield wine,
And it has nothing to do with grapple.

I can't help but whine.
I need a green apple.
I hate pineapple.
I need to prepare a sample.

I don't like wine.
My enemy is green apple.
I am not fine.
I am sacred of pineapple.

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Challenge #79 Write a poem that doesn't makes any sense.

I loved this little challenge.... Wby?

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