One day I went on a jaunt
To a highly esteemed restaurant
Sat down at a table
And then I was able
To order the food that I want
There was one of particular make
That would ever best short ribs or steak
So tangy and sweet
No meal is complete
Without pineapple upside down cake
When two worlds, new and old, collide
Whenever the tremors subside
A new dish created
To be celebrated
To be eaten and not pushed aside
In the Columbian exchange
Trading foods was all the rage
Wheat and sugar were sold
To the new from the old
And the pineapple sent back in change
A beautiful thing to behold
Rings of pineapple, glimmering gold
Seems a shame to eat
Such a beautiful treat
Pineapple cake just never gets old
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