Horrendous Fruit

Horrendous Fruit “Ah my eyes!” the acid sprays, From the knobbly whorled display, Of the thickened orange skin, Pith and citric acid akin. I take a bite of segmented fruit, Cells explode and sour does too, My eyes fall closed, My faces is scrunched, As on the awful food I munch. “One piece down!” I say with a sigh, Surely this is how I die, Biting on this horrid meat, This one, I say, its got me beat. As more skin I peel away, That lovely orange like break of day, Reveals itself with a suckling rip, Where 'low the membrane lies a pip. I steel myself and put it in, Tastebuds protest a horrendous din, Again and again my teeth crunch round, Until, finally, the monster is down. I hate the fruit, the way it grows, Two are gone, too many to go, A sway, on a tree, in the wind, I pick when ripe, the stalk is thin. But back to this horror, I want no more, Tears of frustration begin to pour, Thats it, I refuse to eat more, none. With this fruit, I am done.