Fruit City

• Charlotte Prokuda, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2020

I race around the giant pear,
Fruit cars are coming from everywhere.
I drive to my hotel to stay for the night,
I hope the beds comfy and I am alright.
When I wake up, I just cannot wait,
I chuck on my backpack and run out the gate.
Climbing the giant pear is first on my list,
And then I want to see apple juice mist
Up the pear I go and see a melon goose,
Then out of the clouds fell apple juice.
I ran underneath it like a sweet shower,
After this I felt I had all the power.
It is getting quite dark, so I go back to the hotel,
I am so tired my head is spinning like a carousel.
I am exhausted I can hardly stand straight,
For my next adventure, I cannot wait.