The Plum and the Jellybean

So, yeah, late night out, three glasses of wine, listening to the band, dealing with a feral Frenchman (I ran away, he terrified me so), sort of hungover because I forgot to take my "Party Smart" pills (it hasn't gotten to be a habit yet). And today I rack my brains to try and figure out what to put here.

So I put in my thumb and pulled out a plum and said, what a good girl am I.

In the dark night streets the Plum did walk
the Big Red Jellybean to stalk
the night was cold and the wind was howling
and all the prowlers were a-prowling.

The Jellybean walked further and further
Sweating with fright for the Plum was a murderer
would it the Plum's next victim be
The bean shook all over, trembling like jelly.

Suddenly there was a shuffling sound
The Jellybean hurriedly swung around
when in fright the bean did behold
something that made its jelly go cold

The horrible, abominable, horrendous Plum
Instead of walking, had started to run
With its feet like lightning and its eyes on fire
Clearly, the kill the Jellybean was its desire.

The Jellybean swiftly turned and fled
But it tripped on a stone and fell on its head
The Plum was advancing closer and closer
Was the poor Jellybean a goner?

With the effort of a thousand men
The Jellybean rose, only to fall again
The Plum was now in a hand's reach
With the glint of it's eyes and its purple teeth.

Suddenly there was a sound louder than thunder
the Plum and the Jellybean started in wonder
The Big Brave Banana had come
representing the law, to capture the Plum.

The cowardly Plum turned and ran
but found it was surrounded by the Policefruit clan
the next full moon it was declared
that the Plum was to be electric chaired.

When the Plum died
not a soul in fruitville wept or cried
it was a death, well-deserved
cos the Plum's kind of life is best not preserved.