Lauren Joy

(31/08/90 / Melbourne, VIC)

Little Miss Strawberry


Little miss strawberry
Sat between two friendly fruit
Mister pear on her left
Mister banana on her right
Three good friends were they
Sitting in close proximity
Mister banana knew mister pear
And they both knew miss strawberry
One day mister pear was crying
Miss strawberry asked him why
But he wouldn't say a word to her
Just proceeded to cry and cry
Mister banana said nothing
Just watched in yellow misery
As his close friend mister pear
Cried himself into a false reverie
Little miss strawberry was unaware
Of what the problem was
She sat beween her two fruity friends
Trying to discover the cause
But before she knew what had occurred
Her two friends had gone too ripe
And before she could even say goodbye
She was sitting alone in the quiet

Submitted: Thursday, March 26, 2009

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