I guess I’m a delightful fruit
That’s what others have said of me.
And there’s never been
a shortage of my use
So I live happily
You can probably find me in your cereal
Your choice of ice cream and your jam
I go great on buttered toast
And lay nicely on cured ham.
I can do it all on my own
But I’m often paired with help
Kiwis and Bananas are often there
To help me keep my pep
The lights flash and flicker
The crowd roars and jeers
He struts his way
down the ramp to say…
“I’m a man you’ll never beat!!!”
He enters very quickly
A bell starts to ring
A punch and then a kick or two
A headlock then a fling
Next comes a suplex
A pin
and a referee -
Starts the count!
1…
2…
then 3!
A heel some will call him,
But he himself he knows…
Once outside the ring
His compassion really shows.
What story can I tell you dear!?
The flowers in this field
They’ll say can bring a little peace.
Holding lots of memories
Of many lives that have ceased.
A breeze can gently move you
A tale can make you weep
Stay awhile in these poppy fields
And you’ll soon find your relief.
Let me introduce myself…
I am gingham -
Some think I’m plaid.
It’s really nice to meet you
On this tablecloth
Or on the apron your mother has.
Ugh!
I’m in the mud
Ugh!
I am a slug
Ugh!
I’m slimy too!!!
Whatever will I do!?
It’s quite nice to see
At the end of this string
A colorful shape
Shift with the breeze -
It goes to and fro
Or wherever I go
I dash here and over there
A nice spring day -
A kite in air.