Teen Ink

   A clear colored fruit

the cavemen

found.

It was lying there

alone on the

ground.

They threw it out to

sea

At a quarter past

three.

It landed on the

sun

Which was coming up for

fun.

But the color all fell

out

of the sun and hit a

trout.

The melon was colored

too

Along with a bird that

flew

Across the open

sky

Searching for small

fry.

Plain old trout were

renamed

Rainbow trout ... at least they

claimed.

The melon changed

from clear to

gold,

But the sun right

now was all

cold.

We paid the

price

To live like

ice,

Just so a fruit

could look real

nice.