There are two poems here; I'm going to explain why. The first one was written when I was in fifth grade and back then, I thought it was pretty good. After reading it three years later, I was kind of starting to think otherwise. So the second poem is the revised version.

Oh, yeah, and we need to get one thing straight. You can criticize if you want. Please do. Don't give me any lies about how much you like my work if you think you can help me improve it. Thanks.

The red skin

Protecting the wonderful, juicy fruit inside,

The exploding sensations of taste,

The thin, graceful stem,

Attached to the cherry,

Connected to such wonderfulness,

Small, though so capturing,

Nothing can compare,

To the sweet sensation,

Of fresh cherries,

I know this will be the greatest moment,

In the presence of a cherry,

The smooth, red skin,

The juicy, sweet, irresistible flavor,

Of ripe cherries,

Flooding your mouth,

With sweetness.

The smooth, round pit,

Right in the middle of the greatness,

Of a cherry,

This is the last part,

Of a cherry,

The small, yet mighty,

And wondrous fruit.

Like I said, this next one is a re-write of the last one after lots and lots of editing. I figure I should acknowledge that I used the Scholastic Rhyming Dictionary by Sue Young, and a thesaurus, and that this poem would be very different without those two books. Also, I read this to my mom and she said that a) I should keep the last one because "it's cute, in a 5th grade way," and b) This sounds very suggestive. That didn't even occur to me when writing it, but the more I thought about it, the more I realize it. Damn, I'm good. So you can interpret this however you want.

A cherry is but one bright fruit

Spawn of groves of gnarled wood

One bright glob of ruby loot

Taste surpasses the word good.

Start with the thin, graceful stem

Brown and slim and near to great

Leading to the tight-skinned gem

Too divine to illustrate

Next stop is the thick red skin

Guarding juicy fruit inside

Taut, smooth texture; taste of sin

Precious rim of cherry pride.

Smooth red skin and florid meat

Flooding gulps of stunning taste

Irresistible and sweet

Juicy bite of joy red-faced

Small, though great, encompassing

No bright berry can compare

Sensations of the juicy spring

Free, fresh, ripe, and everywhere

The end. I think this is the last poem. But I will have more stories (yes, fiction and not poetry) coming soon. But not as soon as I wish I could get them out. Requiring lots of research, see. I know you understand.