Kiwi for Breakfast
Every morning I want to eat something sweet,
Something green, soft, and sour to eat.
Squish! I dig the spoon into the soft kiwi fruit,
The spooned out piece decides to jump, oh shoot!
I don’t give up and try again,
but the second piece decides to jump too, oh man!
The third time I try, I eat with success,
Soon later I realize my hands are a mess!
As present-timed as a toddler I don’t think about that much so,
I rather wonder how my day would be different if I ate the kiwi as a whole!
I chose the fruit kiwi, because I really like eating it. It also is something special to me because the fruit is rather ugly on the outside and pretty on the inside. In the poem I used end rhyme to make it a couplet poem (AA BB CCC). The theme of this poem is rather casual, so I thought it would sound a little happier with a rhymes. The last line “I rather wonder how my day would be different if I ate the kiwi as a whole!” has some deeper meaning to me. I always wonder about things like that. How small chan ges can make a big difference in my life. I think about it all the time.