Fruitman, Fruitman, did'n' I see yu lass' week, <br /> ridin' up an' down ova dare on coopah street. <br /> Dem plums I ate wuz too tart fa' me, ya know plums <br /> an' grapes iz mosley whut i eats. <br /> Lack 'em yella an' juicy red, lack ma appa's hard an' sweet. <br /> I'm afraid de peaches did'n' yeal a good crop dis yair, <br /> de bite wuz awful hard on ma parshuls an' ma airs. <br /> an' de waddah milon yu sole' wuz jist alil' too ripe, <br /> but dem tandareens man, dey wuz jist rite. <br /> Fruitman, say Fruitman, got any nana's dis week, <br /> saw ma doctuh yestiddy an' ma tassium' bit weak. <br /> Give me two dozen nana's an' a poun' a green grapes, <br /> add in dem plums, oh, haw bout sum dates. <br /> Jist add up de rest, yu know whut tu do, put tit on ma tab <br /> an' I'll see ya real soon.<br /><br />Amelia A. Allen-Ray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fruitman/
