A little red pear
soft and juicy
sitting in a bin
waiting for eating
two oranges for company
some celery nearby
the little pear does wait
for the day that's nigh
With suns and moons aplenty
passing through the sky
the pear sees none but doors that open
and shut, leaving it behind
but little pears are patient
though eventually they may rot
and when the celery is taken
the little pear got spotted
so now the pear's a core
and a smile upon a face
of the one who likes the pears
for their sweet soft taste