The sour bitters of the blade fruit
Stain the tongue of none the wiser
And so the clonèd sourfruit, dandelion-bleached
Lies there, motionless, avoided for its sweet assumèd treat

Or, more commonly...once bitten, twice shy. Who eats the sour grape may ne'r try another. But if the first grape tasted is sweet, a thousand sour grapes through shall you devour simply to taste a sweet grape once more.

:3

The poem sounds like it has a hidden meaning, doesn't it?

...well, let me let you in on a secret: ...there is no secret. I just wrote what sounded nice. Rhyme and rhythm influence what words and phrases I can use.