Cut my crown!!

I like pineapples. It looks so majestic. A real feast to your taste buds. Then I came across this. Upripe pineapples may cause abortion or even death. It could be an old wife's tale. Who knows?

With my golden crown,

As a king, sitting in a fridge painted brown.

 

Tips are freezing,

I try to twist, I try to turn.

Relax!

I have a life to save, A life.

No two.

Considering mine one, Huh.

“Ah the king, the king.”

What’s with all the fuzz?

I’m of no one’s use.

 

It’s freezing out here.

Why is she protecting me, refrigerated?

Protecting and sacrificing later.

The same way she is going to do with IT- Her own blood.

Is it my fault that I’m a pineapple or that I’m unripe?

Is it its fault that it came to this world or being destined to her?

The cool breeze gives a silent answer.

 

All I indict is the expired contraceptive,

which failed its work.

 

Damn you, the fruits-and-uses website 

It’s your fault too.

Telling her “unripe pineapples cause miscarriage.”

Put up an teen proof or something.

 

Now it’s me,

Screening it as an accident,

covering it all up, sweetly, an accident.

Covering all the thorns inside, very unlike sweet-in-thorn-out myself,

says the bard in me.

 

The king at her service, Alas!

If only, I could do something.

Like ripping with a tada!!

I don’t want to be the one, going down her pipe unripe and killing it.

 

She takes me out the fridge,

and the knife now!!

Tick, tick, tick.

All I want to have is a final glance at her.

 

Cut my crown first, I abdicate.

Oh we both are leaving before the destiny, call it the fate.

I’m sorry.

 

 

Author's Note

I wrote this with such a love and I hope you would like this. Please review.

Reviews

[Andrea]

this poem was awesome. the detail you put into it is fantastic. I love pineapples too but omg they could actually do that??? great poem.