Poem: Plums

You get red one's
Purples one's
Squishy one's
Hard one's
Old one's
New one's
Mouldy one's
Juicy one's
Sweet one's
Sour one's
Plump one's
Wrinkly one's
But they all make the same sound when they go SPLAT!!

By the Moonbeam Fairy ;O) (9 Feb 06)