There is no fruit so mysterious
As one that drives you to delirium
Expensive whether little or big
I have yet to know the trick
It should feel firm and not too soft
Otherwise it may be “off”
It entices with its flavor
And when it’s ripe, it’s yours to savor
It likes to appear forbidden
Keeping every delight hidden
Until you give it a slight feel
Think it’s ripe and time to peel
You start to drool, reveal each inch
The dark green off, teeth start to clench
The light green you looked forward to
Is now mostly black in hue
Who knows the secret of this fruit
That hides behind the dark green suit?
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It is really hard to judge when it’s ready and when it’s past it’s date.
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Very creative poem! Love avocados! 😁
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Mm yes 🥑
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Fantastic poem! I laughed!
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That is great!
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Sensational! I am not sure if this about fruit or another topic of equally alluring poetic flare. But that’s the fun of reading poetry…isn’t it. Great work. Very well penned.🥑
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Thank you for reading.
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