My little nephew wrote this. Let's show him some love. JC

Strawberry

The strawberry is rough like a slave’s arduous life
Vermillion, green, and fuzzy like an inscripted pathway
It tastes like the first candy bar in a child’s life
It looks like a cold soda on a hot summer day
Sounds like the Sirens decepting voice
As sweet as the song of a Blue Jay in the tall oak trees
Smells like a new blossomed rose on a luke-warm spring day
Inside the strawberry is sweet like cotton candy at the State Fair
Smooth like the back end of a bowling ball
Tastes as sweet as winning your first football game against the best in state
Looks like a glass of water after a trip from the desert with no supplies
And smells like the bakery in the early morning

Jacob McGregor-April 30, 2007