I smelt the sweet fruit, as my teacher cuts it.
She asks who liked it or who doesn't like it.
For sure I thought no one would like the it,
as I dug my teeth in the bitter yellow fruit.
I smelt it like, that lovely sweet smell, as I
remembered as I was little. The first time I
bit it everyone laughed. I thought they wern't
laughing at me, but they were. I think it was
my face they were laughing at.