Avocado Roulette

In the grocery aisle, I take my stand
Picking avocados with a hopeful hand
Green and firm, they feel just right
But will they be ready by tonight?
At home, I wait, day by day
For that perfect ripeness, come what may
Too hard, too soft, it's a guessing game
Avocado timing, never the same
Avocado roulette
It's a risky bet
Will it be perfect
Or a regret?
Too hard or brown
It's always a threat
In this avocado gamble
What will I get?
They say patience is a virtue
But I've got a need
For that creamy green
It's a hunger I must feed
Timing is everything
In this avocado quest
Get it wrong, and it's culinary unrest
I cut one open, with a hopeful slice
Will it be green paradise?
But alas, it's a lottery, sometimes dire
Either rock-hard or fit for a funeral pyre
Avocado roulette
It's a risky bet
Will it be perfect
Or a regret?
Too hard or brown
It's always a threat
In this avocado gamble
What will I get?
I give one a squeeze, is it too soon?
Don't want to eat it with a spoon
But wait too long, and it's a mushy dread
Brown and sad, like my hopes, now dead
So here I am, with my knife and hope
In this avocado tango, trying to cope
It's a green mystery, this much is true
In the world of avocados, what can you do?
Just tell me... What can you do?