POMEGRANATE

Evening on the door I knocked,

Opened she with a smile.

Gifted that vibrant posy

And entered home: Warm and cozy.

On the couch, she sat,

About to cut a pomegranate.

Asked me to guess seed count.

Said I “about hundred fifty I bet.”

“You, in case less or more,

Gimme what I ask for.”

The lady demanded.

Four fifty-nine we found,

Thus she ordered, “A kiss for a seed”