I went to the cinema with
a Kiwi
To
see, 'A Clockwork Orange.' I wore apricot.
In the back row he kissed
my raspberry lips
And bit my nectarine.
I went home with him on
the first date.
He called me his peach.
He nuzzled my melons,
'What a lovely pear,' he
crooned. I unzipped his banana
Grappled with his grapes.
He nibbled my cherry.
Our love ripened on the
vine. He taught me Mandarin,
I
taught him how to sing, 'Strawberry Fields'
And
'Hey, Mr Tangerine man.'
We watched old films,
Harry Lime, Star fruit Wars.
He
told me he'd guava be with me.
Our passion bore fruit.
Clementine came on the scene
And then little Victoria
Plum
He
said he'd love me kumquat may
A load of old rhubarb as
it turned out.
He started to play with
his Blackberry more than me
And then a lemon haired
lady came along.
And
upset our apple cart. I think she's ugli
But I watched my mango
off with her.
He calls her his precious
paw paw
Well, he can paw paw her
all he likes, I don't give a fig
He's
persona non grapefruit where I'm concerned
He
thinks he's left me a damson in distress
But
I'm not hanging round to play gooseberry
Kiwis
aren't the only fruit.
