I am not keen on fruit,

though I do have respect for the vegetables

that find themselves hurling their way

on to the dinner table, although I do sometimes suspect

that they are they there to devour me.

I am not keen on fruit

and only partake in the selection of the traditional three

Apples, Cherry and Bananas

from the conglomeration shop that once housed

a Greengrocer’s daughter

to ward off scurvy

and brittle bones

since losing the milkman in the 1970s.

To infuriate the huge supermarket grocer,