at first I thought your

waxy, rough exterior

meant you wouldn't yield

but in truth, as I got to

know you better, i

found your insides to be soft,

smooth; a Good Person.

Then I dug a little deeper

And got to your core

A hard, stone pit; guess I was

Right (or was it wrong?)

All along.

******

A choka (well, it would be, but I cheated on the last line…it should be 5-7-5-7-5-7, as far as you want to go.)  I've always wanted to write a poem about something like an avocado or a grapefruit…lucky (well, unlucky) me.  I have a person to relate it to!

Speaking of which…can anyone write a haiku about a can opener?