APPLE OF MY EYE

He's the apple of my eye.
He is my top banana.
He's my lemon crush, but I;
I am a mere sultana.

I cannot help wishing that,
He would ask me for a date.
But he is a fruity dish,
Whereas I am just a grape.

We would make a funny pear,
And I would feel like a prune,
When he's such a fruit salad,
And I'm just a flipping spoon.

8 October 2002