Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Durian Fruit

I am called the durian fruit.

The Malay word, dure, means thorn.

When I'm picked in human pursuit,

If picker's wise, hardhat is worn.

Like dirty gym socks I do smell,

So in some public places banned.

For many beasts, I do taste well,

So sniff out where my tree does stand.

Eaten as food, humans enjoy.

And as an aphrodisiac,

Non food appetites I can buoy.

For multi use I have a knack.

When confidence in me is placed,

I can become an acquired taste.