The raisin had no reason
It wasn’t that currant you see
but the sultana spouted treason
for them to get on happily.
The dried fruit war started there
with casualties over fields of bran
shrivelled grapes lay injured everywhere
not really knowing how it began.
Milk finally rained from the sky
quenching all their petty quarrels,
the field of bran let out a sigh
Knowing it would start again tomorrow.