Hass?

Here is a poem which I have made, inspired by one of my favourite ingredients' to eat and use on skin, (I obviously have too much time on my hands!!)

Hass?

Avocado

I don't know you;

You barely know yourself.

You lose all sense of shape and form

When I squeeze you from your shell.

If I didn't fetch the lemon juice,

You'd turn to brown from green

How you alter when set free

From your tough, black scaly skin.