The Song of the Lonely Pineapple

The pineapple sits on the table

and gives a little sniff

all his freinds have left him

because he has a whiff

 

They've all gone, in a salad

but the pineapple was lef out

because you see he's a bit old

and so, smells like a trout

 

He's growing furry wallpaper

it's blue and green and black

but he doesn't even realise,

cuz it's growing, down his back

 

So he sit's alone and wonders

what he did to all the fruit

and no body shall tell him

until someone throws him out

The End

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