Falling Fruit

• Sarah Kerslake
• Poetry
• 2010

Apricots fell in my dream, my sleep disturbed by a dizzy gleam, I was buried inside of a whole big lot, of orange old fruits called apricots!
When I woke I skipped my breakfeast and got changed, then rushed downstairs to get my project again. I jumped on my bike and rode down the lane, and then saw a man just trotting slowly along, and worse then that, he was singing a song! Suddenly mangos began to come, I got knocked of my bike and started to fall!
I was late for school, but then, when I left my project in my chair, I went to the toilet and forgetting there was something there, sat right down on my chair! My project was gone, exploded, tooshed. Then suddenly squash began to fall, what were all these fruit, doing here at all?
I was feeling quite blue when I came home that day, no one believed me, they thought I was astray. Then quite frankly blueberries were falling. I sighed and sighed and then started yawning. I was sick of this fruit and so that was that. I blocked out my mind, and pulled down a hat. So never imagine fruit when your sad, or something with happen, to make you quite mad!



P.S Apri-cots when he is sleeping, man-gos when he was annoyed at the man, squash when he is squashing his project accidently, Blue-berries when he upset. This is a key.