Stu. The Apple.

There once was an apple.

His name was Stu.

Bruised and man-handled (and burrowed into)

He lived in a fruit-bowl,

With other fruits.

His social calendar really was moot.

Strawberries pitied him-

Oranges too!

Pineapples with him wished nothing to do.

Stu's only real chum

Was his roommate...

A wormy fellow who helped him lose weight.

Meanwhile in Morrisons,

In the fruit aisle,

Lived a cool mango, who was named Kyle

Into the fruit bowl

(Kyle was thrown)

Maybe our hero was not all alone.

Round him swarmed berries

Peaches, grapes... galore!

Stu kept his distance (not wishing to bore)

But Kyle was a mango.

And as mangoes go...

He was a groovy one, so he said "Yo!"

Stu looked around him

Confused by the word

Could it be sounds of true friendship he heard?

Kyle came over,

He spoke to the fruits!

His speech was inspiring (worthy of flutes)

"Friends of the Fruit Bowl,

Please mark my words!

Next to this apple, you all are nerds!

Stu is not perfect

He is rather bruised

His outsides manhandled, his insides abused


But all is not lost,
An apple like him
Shouldn't be hated- not just on a whim!


I have a motto
Goes something like this:
......At least Stu looks better than Cucumber Chris!"


From that day onwards
The Fruits were inspired
They did not judge Stuart for looking so tired


As for Chris Cucumber....
Let's face it.
Poor bastard is fucked.