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Bad Fruit

You know you want it . . .

Sweet taste of summer!
Juicy fruit
Beckons from the bins

The siren song of
“I’m in season!
And low-cal!
I’m what you want!
You can’t NOT win!”

Velvet curve of mounded peach
The touch gives me a rush
Yet I know
When I get home
It’s sure to taste like mush

And pre-sliced mango
(Minus hairy pit!)
Golden spears of pure delight
Just begging to be bit

But even as I buy some up
I have a nagging hunch
That when I go to take my bite
I will hear it crunch

And berries -
Do I dare?
Purple, red and pink
Fresh! Organic!
But you know what I think?
When my lips let berry in
They’ll pucker at its taste
And it will take me half an hour
To undo my face

Every year I get sucked in
Each year I am this dumb
So, next time I hit the store
It’s ice cream: here I come!

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