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Poem - Apples and Mangos
By: Mahmood Jamal
APPLES AND MANGOES
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The exotic fruit
was placed upon the table
and invited comment:
鈥 I prefer to eat apples at home鈥,
said the professor from SOAS
But when out I like a slice or two
of mango;
That is what it is no doubt?鈥
鈥 Easy to get hold of these days,鈥
said the liberal host
who wrote guilt ridden plays about blacks.
鈥 A transplant, I can see
by its shape and colour,
from India on African soil鈥
remarked the social worker from Battersea.
鈥 A good thing surely
in the cause of internationalism,鈥
muttered the pale bespectacled revolutionary.
鈥淚 like its pink blush, subtle
not too obvious in natural light
tastes nice if eaten late at night,鈥
Said the artist, adding,
鈥渁lmost nipple like its eye
where all the juice can be sucked through.鈥
鈥淣o! No! It鈥檚 not one you can suck!鈥
screamed the professor, hands shaking
with age and anticipation as he picked
the knife. 鈥 Surely this is one for slicing.鈥
鈥淪ome of these mangoes,鈥 said the poet,
鈥渓ook ok but taste like apples
and are the same colour inside.鈥
鈥淗mm,鈥 said the professor as everyone smiled,
鈥淎 cross between an apple and a mango!
Science has indeed made great strides.鈥
鈥淗mm, 鈥 added everyone as they had a slice.