Here’s a most unhappy pomegranate
(As you can tell, caught quite red-handed)
For upon the steps, he didn’t see
Miss Kiwi’s toy velocipede.
He took a spill, spun through the air,
And dashed his brains out on the stair.
Banana came and, quite aghast,
Said “The boy’s melon is now plumb cracked!
No simple pill or plaster will do…
We must think fast, or I fear he’s through.
But all’s not lost. I have a plan
To aid the injured Monsieur Le Pomegran’.”
So, scooping his arils up off from floor,
To the top he was carried once more.
They poised him with care, stood him up straight,
And working with speed (lest it be too late)
They shoved him right downstairs again
So he could dash his brains back in!
A companion poem to the drawing of the same name.