Plum Times !

I tell you -

The Time is Ripe 
to shed all gripes
Full and not so Fair,
Sticky reddish and Sour
They are ripening and ready to fall 
Just give a nice shake and tumble.

I am talking of plums silly !

Ripe from the boughs
Fat Plums await you.
What better way to analyze
Who did what how and all the whys 
till I stomp out 
while you iron your doubt
sitting unsure but happy
sated and  bemused.

Holding the blue- red cheeks 
Against your lips 
All honey and tingle 
the nectar bursting forth
What better way to
drown this acrimony
In  a fleshy sweet sour symphony .