Fruit 35

O Melanie Berry
I had my eyes peeled for you
and my search for you was fruitful;
for you are my apple
and I pine apple.

You’re the apple of my eye;
the pumpkin of my pupil;
the raspberry of my retina;
the West Samoan banana passion fruit of my optic nerve
and life's peachy when I'm with you!

When I saw you in the lime light,
you were a star fruit
and you gave me goose-berry-bumps all over!

O my peachy little pumpkin,
we make a pair!
But you say as a pair
we're a lemon - a dud, a fizzer!
But I say that as a pair
we are a passionfruit -
rich, ripe and juicy!

I say "Woman, stay!"
But you say "Man, go!"
Look, I may not be rich rich,
but I'm also not poor poor!
If you leave me you'll make me 'ave a cardo!

O Melanie Berry,
may I call you Berry?
Without you my soul is black Berry,
and I'd be blue Berry!
I have a pistol strapped to my ankle -
if you don't love me I’ll use my low gun Berry!
But death is the last straw Berry!

O Melanie, I wish we could just runaway
and get married... but we can't elope!

O Melanie Berry you have appeal!
And it's no quincedence I picked you -
you keep me regular!

Yet I know that we may never be together as one,
for you are a Chinese gooseberry
but I don’t speak Mandarin!