An ode to mango – the perfect fruit!
I cannot blame the bats for those which they loot
For when spying one juicy, hanging from my father’s tree
I project into the future; it’s sweet nectar I devour sloppily.
Oh but this morning, such a treasure I did spy!
But when going to capture the bounty noticed something quite awry
It was somehow out of place, not nearly as ripe or plump
Oh my goodness it’s been pilfered! It’s stem now but a mere stump!
Who’s the culprit, who’s the thief, who’s the dasher of dreams?!
Fair enough, let them be, it’s not as bad as it seems
For the tree looks quite pregnant with as many as 15!
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