In the fruit bowl
I am a fumblin’
Because this mornin’
My stomach is a grumblin’.
I really fancy something sweet
The perfect choice is a plum,
So I give them all a good squeeze
Using my forefinger and thumb.
My fruit is very tense today
And also quite large.
I think they need to relax a little
Maybe I should give them a massage?
I pick out the softest plum
And roll it roughly in my hands,
But I slip and do a little juggle,
So on the kitchen tiles, it lands.
I brush the dust off my plum
I soon need to be fed,
But it’s just as hard as before
So I go for some chocolate instead.
