So I was just going through my phone and found a little something I wrote on Brett's birthday while we were at Tucanos. For those of you who have never been, you are missing out! After reading this, I bet you can't guess what my favorite thing there is... ;-)
A poem about pineapple:
Warm yet sweet,
your smoky taste tantalizes as it tickles my tongue.
Electrons shoot through my brain
as your juicy explosion hits the roof of my mouth.
You are rightfully saved for last;
the perfect peak to a moment of pure pleasure.
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