You sound silly

I was trying to read your face,

It looked different

With its texture, color

I was taken aback to see

That you smile and weep

For the same reasons.

I was trying to read your text.

With same words and expressions

That you have learned in classrooms

Perhaps,

You construct an apple I’d call an orange

The fruit of your labor

Has some kind of strange

Sweetness,

But loses out on what I call clarity

I guess you’d find me hoity-toity

But willy nilly,

You sound silly.