By Ronnie Alecio
The pear is the real ideal, For a body or a bum. And not it’s overrated cousin, The furry peach or plum. I love your wet, flowery, Bubblegum taste. I love your taut, yet soft, skin, Dripping down my face. Is it because I love you so, That I can’t bring myself to eat you? Condemned to spend, The winter of your life, In a bowl before my eyes? Pears Response By Lisanka Trinidad The life of a pear, Is full of despair. We sit in a vessel, With not so much as a stare. Our captors are wasteful, Their practices distasteful. They move us from a bowl to the fridge, Disgraceful! But even from the confines of the refrigerator crisper, We are never mentioned, Not even a whisper. What did we do to warrant such rejection?! All pears matter, This deserves some reflection.