A Poem for my Beloved Durian

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Durian, durian, the magical fruit
People say you smell like a toot.
Spiky, pointy, hanging from trees,
The sight of you brings me to my knees.
People crack you open with a knife,
The first taste nearly changed my life.
A custard-like inside is a surprising treat,
Every day I want to eat.
I’ll never understand why your smell and taste offends,
I’ll forever be here to defend.
Durian, durian, I miss you so,
Back to Malaysia I must go.

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4 Comments
  • Abby
    Posted at 01:54h, 24 June

    I love it; great poem!

  • Yun Qi Ong
    Posted at 04:02h, 07 August

    I hate durians but my family love it 😀

  • Yun Qi Ong
    Posted at 04:03h, 07 August

    We used your poem for an exercise in Music Elective 🙂

  • Jennifer
    Posted at 22:40h, 10 February

    Haha really? Wow, I am so flattered.