Pears

I took these photographs yesterday late in the afternoon. I did a short walk in the fields nearby my house.  Some bitten pears laying in the grass caught my eye. I was wondering who was the epicure enjoying the juicy fruit. Strangely, there was not a single pear tree in a wide surrounding. Who was the eater? Where the pears came from? The answer, however, could be hidden in this poem by Edward Lear:

There was an Old Man of Girgenti, 

Who lived in profusion and plenty;

He lay on two chairs, 

and ate thousands of pears, 

That susceptible Man of Girgenti.