Eating a Pear
Its texture is so grainy, you’re offended
But you forgive it, because it’s so sweet
Its juices drip down your face
At first you’re angry
But then you laugh
You know that something this good
Could never be contained
This poem doesn’t really fit anywhere and I think that is why it has been rejected.
It doesn’t rhyme.
It’s an odd subject.
And yet, I love it. I will not throw it out.
Guess that means I’m still failing.