You are the furry fruit that sits in a bowl,

You are the first thing I think of when I wake up,

You are the juice that drips from the knife,

You are sweet and sour,

You are bursting with flavour,

You are like a pebble that sits on my plate,

You are as small as a tennis ball,

You are never to be trusted,

You are the tennis ball that travels round the world,

You are the perfect fruit for me.

You are the end.