The Strawberry Pact.

You're not to pick me
and pop me in there!
I must have a choice
it only is fair.
I want to be eaten
my flavour intact.
If you promise me this
I'll make you a pact.

I won't run away
but stay and be good.
I will then ripen
real big - like a stud.
You'll be able to sell me
for a fortune I'm sure.
People will be racing
to come in your door.

I'll stand so pristine
to show off my coat
The best they have seen -
one of such note!
You'll have to be careful
and keep them at bay,
so I'm not harmed
in the foray.

copyright of Lesley Howard