Dear Fruitcake,
From being a sour grape to ripening into unleashing the grapes of wrath I have seen it all and gone plum crazy in love. Fate kicked me in the nuts, upset my apple cart and made me go bananas after I landed in banana republic. After spending my formative years there, I grew nutty and developed a disposition cool as a cucumber. I studied hard, managed to blare my Adam’s apple aloud and found a job at the big apple. There I craved more for the cakewalk with you alongside, but they fed me an apple a day to keep the doctor away and I ended up using my savings over buying lemons. But the imaginary seeds of the real love can never be forgotten, I will come over to your place this weekend and I hope you will bear fruits of my loins by allowing me to bend you over the fig barrel. I agree Life is a bowl of cherries and if it’s pure cherry picking you want then be assured that my love can let you compare apples and oranges.
From Pinacola Das
