Together like,
an overripe fruit,
but not an orange
because that's not cute,
and nothing rhymes with orange.
And just too sweet,
sickeningly so,
try next seasons stock
better be quick, though
an offer you can't refuse.
Or maybe so,
an acquired taste,
of flesh so soft,
shame to go to waste,
why don't you just enjoy it.
And time will pass,
your use by date,
fast approaching,
maybe just a little bite.
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