Fruit Salad Day

I apple Thursdays, but today
I don't feel apple impeached, in
Fact the opposite; I feel a mango
In places, as though I have a date
With destiny today, my pear of feet
Will overcome this set of quince
Fences that melon women throw
At me constantly trying to slip me
On a banana-skin of reality - but
No, I won't have it; you see life pruned,
I see a star fruit moon exploding in
Cream coconut possibilities,
Please , come and join me
In my lovely fruit salad day.