Fruit poem

Apples are yummy

Yummy in my tummy

All fruits are yummy

When they are a gummy

Grapes grow on a vine

They make wine

That kind of liquor serves

Only the fine

Bananas are tropical

Better not dropical

They are so rare

You rarely find a pair

Speaking of pears

I can only eat one

Before my stomach

Starts to toss and turn

I’d rhyme about an orange

But they have no rhymes

So listen to me

While I go fly

Rhyming about a starfruit

Shaped like a star

Stand back while I do a solo

On my guitar