Pomology Poems

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.