Im"Pear"Ed Poem by Ima Ryma

I found some pears in a trash can.
Being hungry I ate them all.
Afterwards in a short time span
I felt like I might maybe fall.
All about me began to spin.
It was those pears I ate, I thunk,
Put me in the state I was in.
I concluded that I was drunk.
Those pears must have been long around,
To have fermented with old age.
When I found them, I also found
My own inebriated stage.

After a while ended my whirl.
I once more was a sober squirrel.