Ruth's post about Quinoa reminded me of this little gem – written around 1987 or so. Next week I'll try to remember to write something new.
Ode to a Grapefruit
Ah! Humble Fruit – I sing to Thee
With perfect past'ral Modesty.
I sing Your Virtues – clear to Me
In Moments of Senility.
When on Thy rounded perfect Orb
My Eyes alight, They do absorb
An unparagoned Creation of Our Lord –
Which leaves Me quite without a Word.
Thy sly ambrosial Juice that squirts
Into My Eye in vicious spurts –
That hidden sour Taste that lurks –
Are just, indeed, but trifling Quirks.
And so in Moments of Repose
Fancy flies and I compose
A lilting Ode that fairly glows
With Love for that "Most Precious Rose"…
Ok, I know, this is a picture from 2007 of me being cold, but
this is also the face I make when I eat grapefruit!
This poem is part of One Stop Poetry's One Shot Wednesday poetry gathering, where all poets are welcome to share. Leslie (Moondustwriter) is this week's host. Make the rounds – it will no doubt be fascinating!