The Little Prune

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