wrote a poem: Durian
During a durable durian season Tourists carefully took a taste Oh! Wheezing and sneezing Some abstained
Durian, so divisive The pulp, so cohesive Its spikes, can't help but pierce Eat it thrice, does it induce tears?
Run away from the porcupine-husk It gets solitude, at last A protective shell repels; Invites lovers; disgusts all else
Durian, what is it? Must be some evil treat! Creamy flesh, pungent smell Don't complain about this hell
Nest of centipedes, lay in wait Come ye, brave hunters, 'tis not too late!
'tis harvest season — Who wants some? Durian-lovers — I bid you come!