Strawberry

This is a poem I wrote for a school assignment in eighth grade. I’m not sure what’s worse, this poem or the fact that our teacher made us all send them into a vanity press poetry contest publishing scam.

STRAWBERRY 

Red,
with those little spots like eyes,
 staring... 
and a green shoot of hair  
  sprouting from the top 
Sitting silently on the table 
bunched up with others of your kind 

Waiting, waiting, waiting... 
for the sugar bowl 
to be dumped over your head
making you sweeter than you 
  already are
for someone to pick you up
and bite into you and lick 
  their fingertips
  with delight 

waiting like a strawberry should... 
  to only be eaten by me