Tender young dates
Oh you tender young dates, don’t you know?
How soon we shall finish you up.
Devour your flesh and consume,
but not till you blister and pop.
Not yet though.
You’re yet so
yellow and tart.
So hard so.
That early dry bite was enough
to put me off snacking for days.
Oh when will you ever grow up?
Oh why can’t we eat them today?
Two weeks go,
you’re still so
bitter but better.
Can’t wait though.
Now that you’re all over, completed and gone,
we’re so soon to be done with you all.
Could have gone slower, could have spent longer,
but so from the get go, you always would fall.
