A Punnet of a Poem

Everything was peachy in the fruit bowl—
peachy with a cherry on top.
The baby berries were blowing raspberries at each other
as the elder berries looked on protectively.
The melon and the lemon were solving anagrams
while the pared pears were pairing up
and going out on dates—
egged on by the passion fruit,
while the gooseberry looked on.
Suddenly, however, things turned ugli!
Somebody tried to peel the banana,
but it split.
Plum(b)ing the depths of sorrow,
one spiky fruit seemed upset.
It was a pine-apple; always pining over something.
The mango, hoping for a decent conversation,
mangot up and went to see his antipodean friend,
the kiwi.
Both saw the dragon fruit munching on a snack,
and realised it was one of their own!
"Cor!" said the mango.
"Have you seen that nearly eaten apple?"
Back at the fruit bowl,
the plum told the orange
that it was not allowed to be in the poem
because nothing rhymes with orange.
The orange retaliated
and called the plum a silly old prune
because not all poems have to rhyme.
The plum replied that at least prunes are ripe,
and that unripe oranges aren't orange; they're green.
The orange replied that it couldn't give a fig.
Grapeful for a bit of peace,
the grapes bunched up together to take a nap,
while the watermelon pipped the mango to the post.
The currant situation is looking fruity.