A bronze pear
with running golden hair
fell from the chair
to the floor.
She lied to my right
and what gave me most delight
was her voice. And what a sight
She was walking out the door.
The orchard was full
with fruit sour and dull
but I wanted to taste all, full
and empty and wanted more.
A little sweet
picked with sour to treat
my salted wounds. Then to take a seat
with a bowl o\' fruit salad my score