Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Fruits of Labor

A bunch of pineapples, we be

Taken by bicycle for sale

At a resort in Hawaii

By Biker Bob, hearty and hale,

Who hopes to profit some from us.

And we do not begrudge him that.

We're grown accustomed to it, plus

A resort's where the money's at.

We know we all will be chopped up,

And served in fancy drink or food,

Ingesters charged a high price, yup,

We'll tickle taste buds while we're chewed.

One of us taken for a snack

By Biker Bob on his way back.