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"…
The Grapefruit!
A glass, a salted rim, some ice, some grapefruit juice, some Tequila. Nirvana.
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun poem. I love grapefruit and eat several a week.
ReplyDeleteThis got me in the mood for some citrus!
ReplyDelete-Kelly @ www.kellydelvalle.net/poetry
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ReplyDeleteHaha - a wonderfully fitting ode!
ReplyDeleteJuicy and witty. Love it.
ReplyDeleteDelightful!
ReplyDeleteNow I want an orange! Grapefruit seems like too much effort, so I always go for oranges instead.
ReplyDeleteI love this delightful fruity juicy poem!
ReplyDeleteSpirit is here , Spirit is there , Spirit is Everywhere , including your great poem ! Cheers
ReplyDeleteAh! . . . . very funny ODE . . . . loved it! Grapefruits will never ne the same again . . lol ~ Eddie :)
ReplyDelete"Thy sly ambrosial Juice that squirts
ReplyDeleteInto My Eye in vicious spurts"
These lines made me fearfully thirsty... ;-)
An ode to the old squirt of the grapefruit...I love it!!! :-)
ReplyDeleteI love grapefruit. My dad used to have three trees in our backyard when I was growing up. They were Duncan's and white meated. I would eat them in the yard sitting under the tree.
ReplyDeleteCool! I concur in your celebration of the grapefruit! I wonder if Pablo Neruda extolled its virtues as well?
ReplyDeleteI attended a writer's workshop this week: Reflections on the Contemporary Ode and learned about four forms--aubade, ode, elegy, and epistle.