A pretty small thing-
Which is a shiny thing.
It's fully green-
And feels like a queen.
It makes some fear-
And brings some tears.
But, still in the pot-
And getting hot.
Always quick-
To give you a prick.
But, without its taste-
The food is waste.
It's nothing -
But a:
SILLY CHILLY.
anju addanki
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chilly/
