The Durian Tree
there at the foot of the hill
stands a lone durian tree -
tall, strong and stately;
from its branches hanging
fruits with oval, spiky rind
prickly and sharp as nails;
the foulest smelling fruit
on earth the durian crop
it makes you throw up;
but crack open its shell
then you shall uncover
food of the gods under;
tasty and rich and sweet
milky, loamy and creamy
aphrodisiac to so many;
stinky fruit but most dear
to those who do not care
about its rough covering;
so very difficult to grow
this delicate Asian tree
say experts in pomology;
cheers to all good people
who, like the durian fruit,
may appear ugly outside;
yet though they may stink
are so beautiful inside
where it really matters.
Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2007
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