on a fine april day outside a cafe - four matscis; this bunch sat, partaking their lunch
on the table before them lay a great spread: two green apples, three strawberries and a large slice of bread
the oldest among them picked up his suit: "we cannot have this, for the bread's not a fruit" the waiter blinked and went off upstairs he returned with a tray bearing two pears
they stared a while in contemplation yet none moved, till with some agitation the bearded one said: "there's no meal here the pears are too many, too like apples I fear.."
the waiter muttered under his breath and went off again looking grim as death returning he gave them a sardonic sneer and plucked a single cherry out of his ear the customers smiled but then one shook his head: "too round like the apples, and also it's red"
restraining a growl he left once again for these picky customers he racked his brain three raspberries? "too many" a coconut? "hairy" a blackberry? "no, we can't have one more berry"
the servant came back one more time to the fray he lifted the cover and upon the tray a single starfruit gently lay
they all stared for a moment, then excitement beset, all four made a shout: "Set! Set!...."