Hypocorism
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From out of the last store there rose a fragrance
Of wind enveloping all of us, filling
Our then quite threadbare ardor with a flagrance
For the old rollick of shopping, quite thrilling
The tired senses with tropical poignance;
Thus the tang of revivifying grilling
Of that most excellent fruit, the pineapple,
Against despondency, rose as a chapel.
In the store such a freshness of the tropical
And the exotic, the island-bred savour
Of the mart and bazaar kaleidoscopical,
With fruits and sheens only dulled by the flavour,
Elicited a mood more unanthropical
Than what had wearied us. Shopping and claver
May be a truth of the mind, in its season;
But sometimes pineapple monkeys the reason.
Of wind enveloping all of us, filling
Our then quite threadbare ardor with a flagrance
For the old rollick of shopping, quite thrilling
The tired senses with tropical poignance;
Thus the tang of revivifying grilling
Of that most excellent fruit, the pineapple,
Against despondency, rose as a chapel.
In the store such a freshness of the tropical
And the exotic, the island-bred savour
Of the mart and bazaar kaleidoscopical,
With fruits and sheens only dulled by the flavour,
Elicited a mood more unanthropical
Than what had wearied us. Shopping and claver
May be a truth of the mind, in its season;
But sometimes pineapple monkeys the reason.