by Jessica Lynn Lovelace

Created on: May 17, 2009

Pear

Toss and toss and toss and

hungrily, I step down the stair

basking in the kitchen

finding the last delicious pear

Devouring the strange, odd taste

soon my mind is hazy

and with sticky mouth and fingers

I stumble up the stairs, lazily

Peaking, hopeful, through the keyhole

you are a knock away

you see juice drops lining the stairs

Where have I been all day?

pound, kick, pound, kick, pound, kick

determined you crumble the door

finding me on my bed

and a pear rolling on the floor

Now ya'll come to see me

dead asleep propped in a chair

and say Girl Van Winkle!

then buy a famous pear

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