the Crowned queen.
My hips never lie, so enticing.
With dozens of eyes on the alert for strange hands.
Armoured from birth, I give a false scare.
Fresh from the earth,
lively green from my birth.
When flattened in rows of circles and cones
I bear the tincture of a pale yellow sun.
A glance at me
I suggest hard work;
in between the lips, thy teeth need no great force.
No tongue can resist my double effect; a tale told
by my name I bear tragedy and good
On skin, tough and rough, it’s a belie- I’m a defenced city.
Sister to the coconut, jealously guarding our soft core.
For at a shiny cruel touch I bleed out a lot
my sweet juicy blood makes fingers better
Crowned beautiful queen.
Armoured from my birth.
I’m a Pineapple
A quiet lady full of words (and action); a follower of Christ
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