Cinderella’s Pumpkin
Is it a pineapple?
Or a bunch of bananas?
Whatever it is it’s cold.
Is it a candle? Or an orange? Or an apple?
Feels like fruit of some kind
Feels funny
Feels cold – brrrr!
Can I eat it for my dinner?
Lovely
Silky
Very nice
Is it real?
It’s bloomin’ heavy I can tell you that!
It’s smooth
It’s in out in out in out
Like you could cut it into slices
A deep yellow
Creamy coloured.
It’s heavy. Very heavy
But it doesn’t look like it should be.
It’s exotic.
What is it?
Is it a pumpkin?
I’ve got a feeling it’s something else
I’ve never seen one like that before
It’s lovely
It’s tiny
With a spiky, rough stalk
It couldn’t be a melon could it?
With it’s orangey colour
Feels like a big lemon
With orange lines
It’d break your teeth if you tried to eat it.
Like a passion
Like winter
But Spring colours, like Easter
Like autumn
Like Halloween
But you couldn’t grow one here
You’d need a greenhouse
To grow this exotic fruit