I took a flick-knife from your handbag
And sliced the pineapple into sections
The fruit was sweet with a hint of sourness
This was our first successful date
Later meetings were not so warm
As you liked apricots
And I liked pears
But we both gave way
And exchanged our fruits freely
We are together now
And share a bath of honey once a week
Topped with strawberries, mango’s and dates