whoever can tell me what the bottommost leftmost fruit is supposed to be gets a gold star ⭐️
there was strawberry juice splattered all over my hands,
as though i was in a crime scene.
dignitaries were coming from all over the lands!
i had to make it presentable and clean.
like a machine, focused and determined,
i diced up every fruit in the bowl.
the pieces were mixed, and skins were binned.
and what was left touched my soul 🌈
a rainbow of colours, textures and sizes,
the fruit salad looked like a dream!
the pieces of fruit looked like little prizes.
i couldn’t wait to present this to the mayor and his team!
putting on my finest pair of jet-black five-inch heels,
i carried my fruit salad out, brimming with pride.
the colours in the salad gave me all the feels!
i did a little happy dance inside.
but, five inches away from the mayor and his wife,
my heel got caught between two stones.
my salad went flying, and i was full of strife!
although i didn’t break any bones,
when i was back on two feet, to my disgust,
the rainbow of fruits was on the mayor’s face.
demanding both a napkin and an apology, he clearly looked fussed.
back to the kitchen i decided to race.
i had ruined the evening at the very end!
i couldn’t keep any of my tears in.
deflated and irritated, i knew nothing could mend
the situation, so i brought the mayor a napkin.
luckily, he forgave me after five minutes of apologising.
although i felt shattered, and wanted to go in and have a fit,
he invited me to eat some cake without the salad.
oh well, at least i liked making it 🙃
not a true story haha