All My Fruit is Dead

A poem about me murdering my food. Special thanks to my sister, who thought I should write this into a poem.

I cut my banana's throat.
I smashed my melon's head.
I cut my cherry's heart out.
Now all my fruit is dead.

I dug my potato's eyes out.
I boiled my broccoli's head.
I chopped up my corns ear.
Now all my vegetables are dead.

I beat my cream.
I cut my bread.
I ground up all my meat.
Now all my food is dead.