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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