Ms. Mango

 
Nobody will eat me, said the mango,
unless I hide my black spot  
Here, I will cover it over with some green moss
 I hang from ma tree,  
the fruity smell of my neighbors  
hides my odor
Here comes a handsome prince
I smile at him,
He reaches for me, in anticipation
He gets close,  
too close, he smells the black spot
the sour smell of me
His hand flits away
and picks my younger sister
in her prime
in moments she has his tongue,
becoming a part of him
filling his senses  
 
I squeeze hard
Try to drop
let the worms finish me off
 
A useless old mango
lonely old and useless
 
Here comes another  
handsome prince
He gets close
I flick the green moss into his face
Scowl at him
Stink at him
Flash My growing black spot of death
My stench fascinates him
he pulls out a knife,
carefully carves out my black spot
 
Puts it in a round dish
He is excited.
 
He places a wax coating over my surgury,
then scampers off to his laboratory

Sigh
what a prince!