jolenish fiber

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The Pineapple - Poem by jolenish fiber

Why is it called that?
it's not in the same fruit family,
and it doesn't get get picked off of pine trees.

he offers me some but i am busy.

it is sweet, flaky, juicy,
he has drizzled maple syrup on it,
but i will have some later.

perhaps i will write about how it tastes,
and feels in my mouth,
and think of what it reminds me of.

but not right at this moment i am still busy.

i am looking forward to trying it in a few seconds,
he is enjoying the chunks before me,
and i want to try a bite...

never mind, he ate it all.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 7, 2008

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