Cranberries

Ŋîῆ: give me a challenge
ἶოძყ: ok
ἶოძყ: cranberries

hmmmm

picked from the tree,
then given to me,
placed in a box,
look like red pebbles or rocks,
kept in the fridge for a while,
because they are not my style,
fermenting rotten and growing hair,
touch one if you dare,
remaining cooled for year,
a rotten touch turns to fear,
take them out during a spring clean,
their freshness remains to be seen,
tossed out before it they begin to stink,
never again will accept them i think.