Ode to My Pineapple

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