Michael, Age 11, Lewiston, ME

On the outside, you look like a red bulb that shines in the day.
You feel like a red tile after being sprayed and wiped by a cloth.
When I peel you, you sound like a ripping paper.
When I slice you, you sound like a bird singing, like a motor

Inside, you are two moths fluttering.
You smell like a fresh field outside.
You taste like a sour, crunchy thing that I must eat!
Tell me, how are you so good in just one bite?

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