The Jujube Jungle...

He was heading for a fruit bowl,
Before his world was tumble dried;
Then he let out a micro-howl,
Taking in what had been supplied.

The floor was flecked with candy
- Orange, mango and green apple;
The cut pieces were all handy,
Carriable, no need to grapple.

His one eye set on one flavour,
A second spellbinding the other,
He slurped back the slaver,
Recalling his task was to gather.

Walking to the drab sugar cube,
He vowed to lick it last,
Titillated as he was by a jujube,
Which wouldn't budge,
                  to leave him aghast.