I Got Your Fruit

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 I Got Your Fruit

“Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit,

Wisdom is knowing not to put it in a fruit salad.

--Brian O’Driscoll.

Poetry

can be the fruit of my mind,

or it can be lost words

lining a bird cage.

When it is about fruit,

I have no idea where that can lead.

Like it’s always

kind of bothered me

that underwear can be called

Fruit of the Loom. 

I get the weaver’s loom reference,

but it still bugs me 

to have apples and grapes

near the crack in my butt.

The company started

in 1851 in Rhode Island.

Makes me smile

thinking about cowboys

in red long johns

with that label on them.

There seems to have been,

a biblical connection;

fruit of the womb, and such.

I suspect that my three daughters

are the fruit of my loin,

from that aspect.

They make sports bras now too,

which i can dig, since

breast size can vary

from small grapefruits

to large melons.

I recall a joke from the 50’s,

What do you call a gay bar that has no chairs?

A fruit stand,

badda-boom.

Why do they call gay guys fruits?

Perhaps

they are a tad too sweet.

Glenn Buttkus

Posted over at d'Verse Poet's Pub