A Jar Of Pineapple Jam.

A jar of pineapple jam,

Is resting on the rack above,

In the kitchen.

Is hard for me to get.

Ma has made it after a lot of hard work.

It tastes nothing short of being made in heaven.

Now any (short) meal,

I feel the need for it to be eaten,

But it has been kept as a reserve.

Let’s hope someday,

I shall be able to bring down the jar,

And have some of it.

A Jar of pineapple jam,

Ooff!

Adios!

N.B.- What if I bring a stool and get it down? Hmmmmmmmmm.