Forbidden Fruit

Perhaps it was because
he was part of the gentry
that she had allowed him
unlimited free entry.
He’d been a frequent visitor
of her warm and cosy shop
so he wondered why
she would want to stop
supplying him with her wares.
That sudden decision
had caught him unaware.
He had always enjoyed
her melons, juicy and ripe,
and couldn’t understand
the reason of her gripe.
At first he put it down
to female obduracy
but afterwards he sensed
some sort of conspiracy.
It seems she was insistent
about only one thing
and would mention non-stop
something about a ring.
He wasn’t very bright
but neither was he a dimwit,
he saw which way the wind blew
and did a moonlight flit.

© Luigi Pagano 2014