I am the thing which everyone has, I consider myself Beautiful and Full of Joy, But the way I am treated Boy O Boy. I am mostly there but no one notices me, I try to prove my worth but nobody’s there to see. They say I Suck, that I resemble Hell, But when I am about to go then it rings their Bell. Some consider me terrible and Hard, But when I am lost they send their Regard. Many don’t realize I’ll not be there Forever, That I will return Never. But it’s already too late to say goodbyes When I flash before their eyes.
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?