Fruit Snack
How I wonder about you
A lonely, sorrowful thing
Your round body reminds me
Of many things
I think you are the globe of Atlas's; being held up only by his hands
Or maybe a red orange with a long bony finger
You do such interesting things with your circular body
Your body is like a plump little man
One squeeze makes you expand quickly
But you fall back into shape
But what are your uses little fruit snack?
Can a mouse come
and use you as an ornament?
Or could some animal come and gobble you up?
Is that what you want? To be eaten? Or not?
What flavor are you, oh little fruit snack
Is that flavor one you wanted?
Or did you want to be something else?
What are you little fruit snack?