Teacher Kevin Poems Poet Rhyme

Avocado

Avocado ?? 

Avocado in the market square,
every buyer lingers there.
Fingers press to test the skin,
to feel the ripeness deep within,
soft and tender,
So rich and rare.

They want it soft and ripe
Medium soft, not too loose.
"Cut for me," their voices call
I want to see beneath the wall
Others also want to taste 
Before they pay and bag a waste.

Many want it fleshy
Big body small seed
Bigger ones are very fatty
Some are very watery
Small ones are tasty
If tendered while ripe.

When cut into halves 
And seed put aside
The inside looks nice
Hollow and round,
Warm and oily.
A fruit and a snack 

Sweet every time
And along with any food
Even taken alone,
Avocado whets the mouth.
But who buys an Avocado 
Without pressing the Avocado?

By Teacher Kevin.

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Teacher Kevin Poems September 23, 2025 at 10:19 PM On the other hand, Beyond the marketplace, the avocado becomes a metaphor for value and discernment. People rarely accept something at face value; they test, touch, and sometimes demand proof before committing. The repeated pressing and cutting evoke themes of curiosity, caution, and the desire to see “beneath the wall” before trust or purchase. Enjoy

Teacher Kevin Poems September 23, 2025 at 10:18 PM This poem describes the lively scene of a market where shoppers carefully inspect avocados. Here in African _Kenya, buyers squeeze them to judge ripeness, request that sellers cut them open, and debate qualities like size, texture, and taste. The poem details the fruit’s appearance—its flesh, seed, and rich, oily flavor.