I won a coconut yesterday. Well, actually someone else won a coconut and then gave it to me for some reason.
Either way, I've now got an oversized, hairy coconut on my desk, looking like a shrunken head or a giant furry cricket ball.
I don't know what to do with it. Someone else bashed theirs with a rock and chomped their way through. I wasn't ready to do that. Someone else decided they would draw a face on their coconut and call it Wilson. I couldn't do that either. So I did the only thing I could think of and wrote a poem about being a coconut...
The Coconut Riddle
Hard on the outside
Tough in the middle
Tricky to crack
The coconut riddle
Sweet at the centre
Bitter at the skin
Desert island bounty
That is thicker than it's thin
I am a coconut, long
Toppled from the tree
Watered milk and solid shell
A coconut is me
Hard on the outside
Tough in the middle
Tricky to crack
The coconut riddle
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