Ode To A Pear

Far too long spent in the shadows
of your notorious cousins,
those damn forbidden apples
the root of all sins.

But you are the fruit far sweeter
melting on the tongue.
Bring joy to your eater,
sweet fragrance to his lung.

Bartlett and Bosch
red, yellow the same.
Give of your soft flesh
and I'll partake of your fame.

No imported fruit
has e'er come so near
my tastebuds to suit
as a fresh ripened pear.

Pear, oh pear
temptress to my soul,
steal my love you dare
from the peach's firm hold.

Pear, oh sweet pear
the fruit with nice hips,
I've fallen to your snare.
Come near now to my lips.