“Strawberry Moon”

Sometimes yellow, sometimes ripe orange.

Sometimes raw green, sometimes overripe brown.

The fruit that holds a "crown".

The taste that makes nobody frown.

But something's wrong,

Since every coin has two sides.

My mouth is all itchy.

My hands are all sticky.

There are stains all over my dress.

Still I return to this mess.

Oh, pineapple. You're a sweet disguise.

A little pain, for a paradise.