The Little Prune
The little prune
He was feeling lonely
He was all alone
He remembered when he used to be a grape
Hanging out with his friends
The grapes are now branching out
The little prune felt so left out
He got very upset
He held a pin in his hand
Debating should he prick a beautiful green grape
Second thoughts
He can wait until the green grapes become a prune
He knew in his heart
A grape can turn into a prune
Really quite soon!
Toria
21/10/2021
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