Pineapples
A pineapple is spiky, with a rough exterior.
But that's to protect the sweet insides
From anything that might try to take advantage of it.
She, too, is spiky, and keeps up a rough exterior.
She's sweet on the inside, but she keeps it hidden
From anyone who might try to take advantage of her.
The pineapple naturally has to be spiky and rough.
Otherwise, animals would eat all of it
And then there would be none left.
I'm not so sure why she has to be spiky and rough.
Maybe she, too, faces a threat
That she has to protect herself from?
After a long day, it's nice to come home and have some pineapple.
I wish I could come home to her after a long day.
"Jesus Christ, Matt," Monika muttered under her breath, "just ask her out already."
"Huh?" Matt looked the poem over again before quickly grabbing his notebook out of Monika's hands. "Th-That wasn't the poem I was going to show you!"
Monika sighed. "Look, I'll show you my poem, and then you should go talk to her. Show her this one, even." She nervously rubbed the back of her neck. "I think the two of you would make a cute couple."
"Y-You do?" Matt suddenly shook his head. "I-I mean—"
Monika was grinning ear to ear as she ruffled his hair. "See? It's like you two were made for each other or something." She pulled her poem out. "Here, give it a read and then go see Natsuki."