The Pineapple Poem by Sonia Nicola

The Pineapple

Rating: 5.0


The trauma, confusion and sorrow,
Rushed through my head...
I couldn't move.

Maybe I was shell shocked, or maybe,
I was a pinapple.

When the second eldest descendant of
the Jitzer household beckoned upon me,
I couldn't move.

On the throne of my bed,
I could harly lay -
I remember that day.
I remember that fatal day.

Oh, how could I forget?
Please let me forget!

"Shane! "
I heard a beckoning from above me.
"Shane you fat fockin pinapple - THERE'S NACKERS OUTSIDE! "

Those are the words that resonate within my soul.
They are the defining factors of my life.

So, I wonder,
Am I a man?
Or am I a pineapple?

Are they one in the same?
How could it be?
All this time?

That's why I go sideways through doors!
Because...

I'm a pineapple...

But, pineapples don't last.
Pinapples don't last...

The Pineapple
Tuesday, October 13, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: bullying
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This story originated from an occassion, not so long ago, in which the protagonist was put in hiding due to nackers outside - really heart warming.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joshua Larkin 13 October 2020

I love Pakistan and I love Pilot JOE.

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Ahmed Toofwani 13 October 2020

Very inspirational. I absolutely love your works, Sonia.

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Jazib Kamalvi 13 October 2020

Write comment. Such a nice poem, Sonia Nicola. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks

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