I dreamt I was a grapefruit
Sweet, not at all ****.
My body was roly-poly round
And inside, I had a big heart.

Why do I write this silliness?
It helps relieve the strain.
I am able to lose so much stress
and alleviate my brain.  

Maybe I should be an artichoke
A difficult word to rhyme
It’s also covered in prickly leaves
Not relaxing, just a waste of time.

Let me dream of being sweet fruit
Something to eliminate the stress
I’ll be something people love
A sticky, sweet mess.