Oh, sweet Arizona.

Off to the place of sweet getaways; 

making memories from a simple taste of days.

Hours of stiff sleeping sleepy-time dreams, 

are what help me to open the getaway me's.

Evergreens stand with their tall bodies still;

Sky's and mountains and sun upon each hill.

Arriving to this place and that place was wild;

Hoping to pick a sweet orange was mild.

I gazed on the one who became my blooded other;

The one who makes tastys, the great chef my brother.

Way deep down under the blue pool of bliss,

Was just as magnificent as a sour lemons kiss.

Then a place of great food which was made in old days,

Let us remember, which I thought in a daze.

Here we were at a shop of the deer,

No room for a pool or a tired girl here.

Two million trees were the sight from the eye;

Simple yet perfect which gave a sweet sigh.

And now it was time to dine in a forest;

The thunder & lightning did not leave us borest.

"Happy Birthday to you," they sang with a smile;

We'll have to cry later, or maybe in a while.

A kiss from the heat on a soft December night,

left me in a dress that was a soft golden white.

Play me that song, that one of the sona;

Come back again, oh sweet Arizona!

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This poem is a little taste of what I tasted in Arizona! Just a few things I experienced & saw.
It was a great trip.
I hope you understand the weird meanings behind the words!