… and juicy shoot
Luck has it like the passionfruit
Passionately it bears
Slice and dice the product
Mother nature knows to share
Mangoes, bananas; the grapes of wrath
Tomatoes, Plato’s distant lake
Volcanic soil, the ring of fire
Boysenberries, pears and cherries
Not from scratch are these things cherished
For art has built on nature’s toil
How did the pineapple never spoil
And know what flavor to supply
Like clouds floating across the sky
The woman’s claim; the mouth too dry
A perfect taste evolved in haste
Accompanying man, his chosen mate
Always ready for the fall