FRUIT TRIFLE

Who am I, who am I
I wonder at the scream
I look here and there I look
I stare the bowl with cream.

The bowl on the table
the white glisten and its shine
the cream da la fruit in
is all set to dine.

The yellow and the red curve
from the glass, they alight
the beatitude of colours
fill me with delight.

I take a morsel and I see
a layer of cream, a layer of apple
papaya , banana too put in
bricked with the sponge cake cradle.

The red jam that curves the delight
I'm left with what to write
my mouth's fully watering
so I'm gonna eat it right.