Ode to My Pineapple
By Annabel
Published 28 September 2011
Pineapple, spiky, heavy.
Sitting on a shelf when I get home
Like a pineapple you can eat but made out of glass
Bubbles in the middle
Small, fragile
Broken into heaps of tiny pieces
Has a spiky top and a smooth bottom
Is special in heaps of ways
It makes me think about summer eating a juicy pineapple. It makes me feel warm when I look at my pineapple
I have had it for a few years but I don’t know who got it.
Pineapple
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