Piney, oh pineapple
Piney oh pineapple jumped in the pool
Ready for playtime, thought he was cool.
Floated in sunlight, danced on the wave
Splashedy splash did, felt really brave.
Then someone shouted, “How’d that get there?
Pineapple’s food, Something to share.”
Waves how they rippled, some got so high
Piney oh pineapple thought he would die.
Someone just grabbed him, brought him inside,
Looked him all over, smiled with pride.
“This fruit’s got boldness, careless and free
Thought he could swim there, splash and just be.
Truth is its dangerous. Fruit cannot swim.
If he’s peeled back now, We can eat him.”
Piney oh pineapple, nodded and sighed,
Had his adventure, was sliced up, and died.
Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Saturday, November 12, 2016