Buy a Papaya

We bought a papaya

My kid just had to try ya

We spotted you in the fluorescent light

But how do we tell which color is right?

You were mostly yellow

Google said that’s how you tell-o

You were six dollars, a hefty price

I hoped at least your flavor’d be nice

We took you home and waited

Until the initial excitement abated

We were overdue to try this

So I sliced along the bias

Your flesh was slimy orange

With seeds like black porridge

You smelled like wet Schnauzer

She wanted some and I allowed her

I had some too in solidarity

Winced and mumbled incoherently

You tasted like burnt hair

We gagged - “This isn’t fair!”

I ran to the sink and spit you out

For this new fruit I had my doubt

I don’t get the hype

Perhaps you weren't ripe