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To the Rescue

I had to rescue the pineapple,
It fell onto the floor,
I found it in the grocery,
While taking care of chores.
I saved it,
And I picked it right up,
Its destiny, was to be,
In a frosted cup.
A tropical plant,
With tangy, tangy flesh,
Not bruised, hurt, or injured,
Really juicy, very fresh.
It's also known as a pina,
With a sweet disposition,
With a sweet personality,
On a sweet tasting mission.

©1999-2018 Steve Bujanow

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