Ode to a Pineapple

Beneath that dark golden shell,

clad in husky thorns,

lies your sweet treasure.

Juicy and bright,

texture so tender,

a fragrant, cool sun.

Around the world you are so fascinating,

tantalizing.

You are the king of fruits,

a delectable saccharine gift,

God to the Hawaiians.

Dishes graded with your presence:

ham, cake, pizza, rice.

Your shape,

your facade,

painted, scribed, etched

upon various tapestries

of wool, wood, and paper.

Easily recognized

and undeniable.