A shorter version of another poem for kids (the new one has a changed and cooler rhyme scheme). Inspired by one of my favorite people in the world. The fear of fruit is a real thing, or so he claims. 

Once upon a peaceful time

In a place rather cold

There lived a happy young chap

Who was not very old

He was twenty, I think

No wait, twenty-four

Or maybe it was twenty-two

Maybe less, maybe more

The lad was tall and strapping

With a mop of silver hair

His socks were always blue and red

And his face was very fair

He wasn’t afraid of anything

Not guns or thugs or brutes

Only one little thing frightened him,

This thing, it was fruits!

He loved the smell of flowers

And wearing fancy suits

He didn’t so much like his hair 

But he hated, HATED- fruits!

Whenever he saw an apple

An orange, or a grape

He ran afar, fast as the wind

Every time, he did escape!

“Take them away!” he cried

“I cannot stand this smell!”

Of mangoes, melons, pears and figs

“Away! I don’t feel well!”

“Oh Oranges, so round and scaly

And grapes of which a whiff

And berries like little evil pebbles

Oh god! It scares me stiff!”

Aside from this little strange trait

The boy was quite unique

Strong and handsome, smart and kind

With a honorable streak

 It was a very funny sight

Of a man so young and brave

Every time he saw a fruit

He ran into a cave!

But then we all have funny fears

That cannot be clarified

Of dolls and slime and fire-trucks

Of things that might have died

Some people fright from chopsticks

And from babies without hair

The only thing that chills me, however

Is naked cold despair.