On a warm day in the middle of June, <br />I went to a picnic with lots of food. <br />The first type I had was pink, or was it red? <br />The taste I knew, so I did not dread. <br />I took a bite and hit something hard, <br />It hurt my mouth and my teeth were jarred. <br />Though, the succulent taste was enough, <br />To make my breath go out in a puff. <br />As I devoured the snack I was keen, <br />Not to bite into a rind that was green. <br /> <br />(September 23,2008)<br /><br />Leslie Briggs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-am-i-35/
