Fruit

I’m sure I’ve been forgotten,
I’m at the bottom of the pile,
I know I’ve been forgotten,
But I was happy for a while.

When I was shining up on top,
You squinted from the glare,
I sat there thinking choose an apple,
Instead you chose a pear.

I’d see your perfect hand approach,
All pampered, pale and pink.
This is it; it’s me I thought,
Well what was I to think?

But now I’m down here in the dark,
It pains me to the core,
And I don’t feel half as fruity,
As I did the day before.

Should I turn your fancy peaches brown?
And those strawberries in their punnet,
You’ll feel ashamed and take the blame,
When you see it’s me who dunnit.

At least you’d learn a lesson
From the apple you forgot,
It’s your cue to chew when I’m shiny new
Or I’ll sit down here and rot.

©RS2012