Poetry Month #27: Grapefruit

Not much introduction needed here. Yesterday I didn't like my poem, so I chose not to post it. Today I reverted to fruit, again.

This is a Japanese form called a Tanka.

(Can you tell I'm not a night person?)

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Grapefruit

Poor grapefruit so scorned

Smothered with shame and sugar

But if one just tastes

With a less demanding tongue

Her subtle sweetness rewards